With awe my soul the wreck of Nature views, The storm amid the echoing mountain hears; The sighs of Autumn, mingling with my tears, Mourn the sad ravages which time pursues. Hear the wild roar of the tempestuous blast, Whirling the forest leaves to distant air! See blooming flowers in scattered fragments cast, While torrents pouring thunder on the ear! The sun's bright beam in dreary winter lost, Not joyless is, as me, on passion's tempests tost. My youthful charms fade 'neath my burning eyes, The soul-entrancing morn of pleasure flies; A raging sorrow sweeps without control Those germs of genius which alone inspire: The sensual passions which consumed my soul, Burn my distempered bosom with their fire. Long lightnings glance still from my streaming eyes, Though vain around the fiery circles roll; Virtue and pleasure vanish from my soul; The transient shadow of my glory flies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES |