FAIN would I weep, but, ah, I cannot weep; Fain would I upwards full of vigour spring, But cannot; to the earth I needs must cling, Spurn'd by the reptiles that around me creep. Fain would I near my beauteous mistress keep, Near my bright light of life be hovering, And in her dear sweet breath be revelling, But cannot; for my heart with sorrow deep Is breaking; from my broken heart doth flow My burning blood, my strength within me fades, And darker, darker grows the world to me. With secret awe I yearn unceasingly For yonder misty realm, where silent shades Their gentle loving arms around me throw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE NIGHTINGALE by ANNE FINCH SWITZERLAND by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE MONICA'S LAST PRAYER by MATTHEW ARNOLD A LOVE BARGAINE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE ROAD MENDERS by LAURENCE BINYON |