The bubbling of the gushing fountain proves How deep and strong the welling spring below; But fiercer swells the agony that moves My soul, from whence these tears of sorrow flow. Fast caught in Heaven's awful net of woe, I suffer more than lips and tongue can tell; These frightful tortures that I undergo -- What more intense could come from fires of Hell! Why need Fate ever let me come to birth? Why could I not have long ago been dead? What power can ease my grief upon this earth, With Heaven unresponsive overhead! Was ever mortal so beset as I -- Afraid to live, yet still more loath to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE SOUTHERN PACIFIC by CARL SANDBURG GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON BUBBLING WINE by ABU ZAKARIYYA IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE WRITING OF POETRY by EDGAR BARRATT THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON PROLOGUE. INTENDED FOR A DRAMATIC PIECE OF KING EDWARD THE FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |