L-o! what a Chaos this unhappy Fal L, O-nly a dismal sight, and signs of W O, N-ow Metamorphis'd, Ovid writeth o N D-emocritus had wept too (doubtless) ha D O-nly Melpomene's the Singer wh O N-ow each, a Stoick look too putteth o N. L-ends us instead of Englands Capital L. O-ffers our Opticks objects, Things are s O N-o such, not to, but from, Confusio N. D-estiny rais'd an Object then so sa D. O-rders my Muse, and best becomes it to O. N-othing but Clouds appear, the Sun is go N. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |