Self-pity's tears, wherein my hope lies drowned; Sighs from thought's fire, where my desires languish; Despair by humble love of beauty crowned; Furrows not worn by time, but wheels of anguish; Dry up, smile, joy, make smooth, and see Furrows, despairs, sighs, tears in beauty be. Beauty, out of whose clouds my heart tears rained; Beauty, whose niggard fire sighs' smoke did nourish; Beauty, in whose eclipse despairs remained; Beauty, whose scorching beams make wrinkles flourish; Time hath made free of tears, sighs, and despair. Writing in furrows deep, she once was fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 63 by PHILIP SIDNEY SOMETIME by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH THE PRAYER OF AGASSIZ by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LEAPING POLL by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE MAUSOLEUM by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE OLD MAID by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |