SINCE when her faithful eyes, to which I yield Utter allegiance, no more bring me light, Darkness is day to me, and day is night -- Such power upon me doth her absence wield. My bed is grown a fierce-fought battle-field. Nothing can please me, all things work me spite. One thought that puts all other thoughts to flight Clutches my heart and tears its wounds unhealed. Beside the Loir, where countless flowers spring, Sated with sorrows, longings, bootless cries, I should have set an end to all my pain, Save that some God doth ever turn mine eyes Toward that far country of her sojourning, Whose thought brings comfort to my heart again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA FAREWELL TO SUMMER by GEORGE ARNOLD THE FOUR SEASONS by PHILIP AYRES MEASUREMENTS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE DEAN OF FACULTY by ROBERT BURNS |