CEASE, thou afflicted soul, to mourn, Whose love and faith are paid with scorn; For I am starv'd that feel the blisses Of dear embraces, smiles, and kisses From my soul's idol, yet complain Of equal love more than disdain. Cease, beauty's exile, to lament The frozen shades of banishment; For I in that fair bosom dwell That is my paradise and hell: Banish'd at home, at once at ease In the safe port and toss'd on seas. Cease in cold jealous fears to pine, Sad wretch, whom rivals undermine; For though I hold lock'd in mine arms My life's sole joy, a traitor's charms Prevail: whilst I may only blame Myself, that mine own rival am. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN THE EMPEROR OF ICE-CREAM by WALLACE STEVENS TO ALFRED TENNYSON, MY GRANDSON by ALFRED TENNYSON ODE TO THE RIVER TEIGN by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE THE WATCHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN INFANTRY by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |