GO, crystal tears! like to the morning showers And sweetly weep into thy lady's breast And as the dews revive the drooping flowers, So let your drops of pity be addressed, To quicken up the thoughts of my desert, Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart. Haste, restless sighs! and let your burning breath Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart Whose frozen rigour like forgetful death, Feels never any touch of my desert. Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice, Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A LITTLE BOY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |