How eas'ly wert thou chained, Fond heart, by favours feigned! Why lived thy hopes in grace, Straight to die disdained? But since th' art now beguiled By love that falsely smiled, In some less happy place Mourn alone exiled! My love still here increaseth, And with my love my grief, While her sweet bounty ceaseth, That gave my woes relief. Yet 'tis no woman leaves me, For such may prove unjust; A goddess thus deceives me, Whose faith who could mistrust? A goddess so much graced, That Paradise is placed In her most heav'nly breast, Once by love embraced: But love, that so kind proved, Is now from her removed, Nor will he longer rest Where no faith is loved. If powers celestial wound us And will not yield relief, Woe then must needs confound us, For none can cure our grief. No wonder if I languish Through burden of my smart: It is no common anguish From Paradise to part. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE ON MELANCHOLY by JOHN KEATS TO A STEAM ROLLER by MARIANNE MOORE MARY'S GIRLHOOD (FOR A PICTURE): 1 by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |