Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love, Minerva-like brought forth without a mother; Present the image of the cares I prove, Witness your father's grief exceeds all other. Sigh out a story of her cruel deeds With interrupted accents of despair, A monument that whosoever reads May justly praise and blame my loveless fair. Say her disdain hath dried up my blood, And starved you, in succors still denying; Press to her eyes, importune me some good; Waken her sleeping pity with your crying. Knock at that hard heart, beg till you have moved her; And tell th' unkind how dearly I have loved her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAUGHTER OF MENDOZA by MIRABEAU BONAPARTE LAMAR THE SEARCH (1) by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ENGLAND AND AMERICA: 1. ON A RHINE STEAMER by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN |