WOEFUL heart with grief oppressed, Since my fortunes most distressed, From my joys hath me removed, Follow those sweet eyes adored: Those sweet eyes wherein are stored, All my pleasures best beloved. Fly, my breast, leave me foresaken, Wherein grief his seat hath taken, All his arrows through me darting, Thou may'st live by her sun-shining, I shall suffer no more pining, By thy loss than by her parting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS THE LAST GOODBYE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON PHILLIS'S AGE by MATTHEW PRIOR TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD |