IT is enough! Cease thine assailing, In dust my limbs lie wearily. Thou calm'st the meanest creature's wailing: Must I alone forgotten be? Wouldst thou destroy me? Well, here stand I, Awaiting still thy sword-blade's sough; But torture not with blows so sorely, And stay thy hand. It is enough! It is enough! These chains inflaming With hellish fire my aching heart, -- All powerless are words in naming The boundless anguish of their smart. From gyves the criminal aye loose we, When dragged to doom by jailers rough: Wilt thou not cast one glance in mercy My guilt upon? It is enough! It is enough! All earth's woes feeling, I've suffered till my soul is sick; Have fought till, bleeding, bruised past healing, Wounded I lie unto the quick. See through my hands the tremor gliding; My feeble breath full soon will cease: Thou Judge, o'er life and death presiding, It is enough! Oh, grant me peace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING LOVERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 70, 71. MUKADDIM, MUWAKHIR by EDWIN ARNOLD COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES FALLING STARS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |