Oh, whither (poor forsaken) wilt thou go, To go from sorrow and thine own distress, When ev'ry place presents like face of woe, And no remove can make thy sorrows less? Yet go (forsaken), leave these woods, these plains; Leave her and all, and all for her that leaves Thee and thy love forlorn, and both disdains, And of both, wrongful deems and ill conceives. Seek out some place and see if any place Can give the least release unto thy grief; Convey thee from the thought of thy disgrace; Steal from thyself and be thy care's own thief. But yet what comfort shall I hereby gain? Bearing the wound, I needs must feel the pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 23 by THOMAS CAMPION THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MAPLE LEAVES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CONJUNCTION OF JUPITER AND VENUS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |