MY head by the maiden swarthy but fair Was press'd 'gainst her bosom with yearning; But, alas! to grey soon turn'd my hair, Where had fallen her tears so burning. She kiss'd me ill, and she kiss'd me lame, She kiss'd till my eyes were faded; My spinal marrow dried up became, By her mouth's wild sucking pervaded. My body is now a corpse, wherein My spirit is fetter'd closely; 'Tis often angry, and makes a din, And storms and struggles morosely. O impotent curses! Not even a fly Can be kill'd by mere execrations; Submit to thy fate, and patiently try To bear Heaven's dispensations. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 18. TO THE HON. FRANCIS EARL OF HUNTINGDON by MARK AKENSIDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 70, 71. MUKADDIM, MUWAKHIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL |