UPON the utmost corners of the warld, And on the borders of this massive round, Where fate and fortune hither has me harled I do deplore my griefs upon this ground; And seeing roaring seas from rocks rebound By ebbs and streams of contrar routing tydes, And Phoebus' chariot in their waves lie drown'd Wha equally now night and day divides, I call to mind the storms my thoghts abydes, Which ever wax and never dois decrease, For nights of dole day's joys ay ever hides, And in their vayle doith all my weill suppress: So this I see, wherever I remove, I change bot seas, bot cannot change my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |