Go, burning sighs, unto the frozen heart. Go break the ice which pity's painful dart Might never pierce; and if mortal prayer In heaven may be heard, at last I desire That death or mercy be end of my smart. Take with thee pain whereof I have my part And eke the flame from which I cannot start, And leave me then in rest, I you require. Go, burning sighs. I must go work, I see, by craft and art For truth and faith in her is laid apart. Alas, I cannot therefore assail her With pitiful plaint and scalding fire That out of my breast doth strainably start. Go, burning sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT ON WHICH I DINED by WILLIAM COWPER EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A COMPARISON OF THE LIFE OF MAN by RICHARD BARNFIELD MY FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |