O HEART, my heart! Why tost in tempest throe? She whom thou lovest Cares not for thy joy, Cares not for thy woe, Then let her go! O beauteous Truth! Why is thy heart so wrung? She whom thou lovedst Is false to thee and thine, Is false to me and mine, Then why repine? O kindly stars! Why shed thy tears for her? Or is't but mine own blinding pain That sees tears in thy glistening rain? Oh, join with me to forget! Leave not a way for regret! And yet——— And yet———! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |