SORROW, sorrow, stay! Lend true repentant tears To a woeful wretched wight Hence, hence, despair, With thy tormenting fears: O do not my poor heart affright! Pity, pity, Help now or never! Mark me not to endless pain: Alas I am condemmed ever! No hope, no help, there doth remain: But down, down, down, I fall And arise I never shall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON |