Three Virgins at the break of day Whither young Man whither away Alas for woe! alas for woe! They cry & tears for ever flow The one was Clothd in flames of fire The other Clothd in iron wire The other Clothd in tears & sighs Dazling bright before my Eyes They bore a Net of Golden twine To hang upon the Branches fine Pitying I wept to see the woe That Love & Beauty undergo To be consumd in burning Fires And in ungratified Desires And in tears clothd Night & day Melted all my Soul away When they saw my Tears a Smile That did Heaven itself beguile Bore the Golden Net aloft As on downy Pinions soft Over the Morning of my Day Underneath the Net I stray Now intreating Burning Fire Now intreating Iron Wire Now intreating Tears & Sighs O when will the morning rise | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE DUG-OUT by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |