O! could my sweet plaint lull to rest, Soften one sigh -- as thou dreamst, I'd sit the whole night on thy tree, And sing, -- -- sing, -- -- With the thorn at my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BIRD-BOY by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE CRUCIFIX by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO A GIRL'S COMPLAINT TO HER HEART by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE TWO WENT UP INTO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY by RICHARD CRASHAW |