PATIENCE, surly pilot, shortly To the port I'll follow you; From two maidens I'm departing, From my love and Europe too. Blood-spring, from mine eyes 'gin running, Blood-spring, from my body flow, So that I then, with my hot blood, May write down my tale of woe. Ah, my body, wherefore shudder Thus to-day my blood to see? Many years before thee standing Pale, heart-bleeding, saw'st thou me! Know'st thou still the olden story Of the snake in Paradise, Who, a cursed apple giving, Caused our parents endless sighs? Apples brought all evils on us, Death through Eve by apples came; Flames on Troy were brought by Eris, -- Both thou broughtest, death and flame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DEAD MEN, TO A METAPHYSICIAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE ADMIRABLE CONVERSION OF S. PAUL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FAREWELL PETITION TO J.C.H., ESQ. by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |