Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHE WHOM THOU LOVEST, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE First Line: O heart, my heart! Last Line: And yet and yet! Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles Subject(s): Hearts; Love - Complaints | ||||||||
O HEART, my heart! Why tost in tempest throe? She whom thou lovest Cares not for thy joy, Cares not for thy woe, Then let her go! O beauteous Truth! Why is thy heart so wrung? She whom thou lovedst Is false to thee and thine, Is false to me and mine, Then why repine? O kindly stars! Why shed thy tears for her? Or is't but mine own blinding pain That sees tears in thy glistening rain? Oh, join with me to forget! Leave not a way for regret! And yet And yet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI A DULL DAY IN SEPTEMBER by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE |
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