SOME vex their souls with jealous pain, While others sigh for cold disdain: Love's various slaves we daily see -- Yet happy all compared with me! Of all mankind I loved the best A nymph so far above the rest That we outshined the Blest above; In beauty she, as I in love. And therefore They, who could not bear To be outdone by mortals here, Among themselves have placed her now, And left me wretched here below. All other fate I could have borne, And even endured her very scorn; But oh! thus all at once to find That dread account -- both dead and kind! What heart can hold? If yet I live, 'Tis but to show how much I grieve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 47 by PHILIP SIDNEY NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON |