Still in the trace of my tormented thought, My ceaseless cares must march on to my death; Thy least regard too dearly have I bought, Who to my comfort never deign'st a breath. Why shouldst thou stop thine ears now to my cries, Whose eyes were open ready to oppress me? Why shut'st thou not the cause whence all did rise? Or hear me now, and seek how to redress me? Injurious Delia, yet I'll love thee still Whilst that I breathe in sorrow of my smart; I'll tell the world that I deserved but ill, And blame myself for to excuse thy heart. Then judge who sins the greater of us twain: I in my love, or thou in thy disdain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER THE DEFENSE OF THE ALAMO [MARCH 6, 1835] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES |