SINCE Coelia's my foe; To a desert I'll go! Where some river For ever Shall echo my woe! The trees shall appear More relenting than her; In the morning Adorning Each leaf with a tear. When I make my sad moan To the rocks, all alone; From each hollow Will follow Some pitiful groan. But, with silent disdain, She requites all my pain! To my mourning, Returning No answer again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST THE SWAMP FOX by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |