LEAVE prolonging thy distress! All delays afflict the dying. Many lost sighs long I spent, to her for mercy crying; But now, vain mourning, cease! I'll die, and mine own griefs release. Thus departing from this light To those shades that end in sorrow, Yet a small time of complaint a little breath I'll borrow, To tell my once delight I die alone through her despite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE TRANSLATION by MARK VAN DOREN PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER DEAD IN HIS BED by ADDIE LUCIA BALLOU SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIOGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WATER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY WRITTEN ON RETURNING TO THE P. OF I. ON 10 JANUARY 1827 by EMILY JANE BRONTE PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FUST AND FRIENDS by ROBERT BROWNING |