If so it hap this offspring of my care, These fatal anthems, sad and mournful songs, Come to their view who like afflicted are, Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs. But untouched hearts, with unaffected eye, Approach not to behold so great distress; Clear-sighted, you soon note what is awry, Whilst blinded ones mine errors never guess. You blinded souls whom youth and errors lead, You outcast eaglets, dazzled with your sun, Ah, you and none but you my sorrows read, You best can judge the wrongs that she hath done -- That she hath done, the motive of my pain, Who whilst I love doth kill me with disdain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF THE YOUNG LADY MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW by JOHN DRYDEN FOR THOSE AT SEA; HYMN by WILLIAM WHITING THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |