Thou poor heart, sacrificed unto the fairest, Hast sent the incense of thy sighs to heaven, And still against her frowns fresh vows repairest, And made thy passions with her beauty even. And you, mine eyes, the agents of my heart, Told the dumb message of my hidden grief, And oft with careful turns, with silent art, Did treat the cruel fair to yield relief. And you, my verse, the advocates of love, Have followed hard the process of my case, And urged that title which doth plainly prove My faith should win, if justice might have place. Yet though I see that nought we do can move her, 'Tis not disdain must make me leave to love her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 9 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: AZRAEL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 34. AL-'AZIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |