THESE papers, Chariessa, let thy breath Condemn; thy hand unto the flames bequeath; 'Tis fit, who gave them life, should give them death. And whilst in curled flames to Heaven they rise, Each trembling sheet shall as it upwards flies, Present itself to thee a sacrifice. Then when about its native orb it came, And reach'd the lesser lights o' th' sky, this flame Contracted to a star should wear thy name. Or falling down on earth from its bright sphere, Shall in a diamond's shape its lustre bear, And trouble (as it did before) thine ear. But thou wilt cruel even in mercy be, Unequal in thy justice, who dost free Things without sense from flames, and yet not Me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING by JONATHAN SWIFT TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR by LAURA F. ARMITAGE |