OF two fair virgins, modest, though admired, Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires, Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires, And, gazing upon either, both required. Mine, while the torch of Hymen newly fired Becomes extinguish'd, soon -- too soon -- expires; But thine, within the closing grate retired, Eternal captive, to her God aspires. But thou at least from out the jealous door, Which shuts between your never-meeting eyes, Mayst hear her sweet and pious voice once more: I to the marble, where my daughter lies, Rush, -- the swoln flood of bitterness I pour, And knock, and knock, and knock -- but none replies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON |