SINCE Coelia's my foe; To a desert I'll go! Where some river For ever Shall echo my woe! The trees shall appear More relenting than her; In the morning Adorning Each leaf with a tear. When I make my sad moan To the rocks, all alone; From each hollow Will follow Some pitiful groan. But, with silent disdain, She requites all my pain! To my mourning, Returning No answer again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 38. NO PERJURY IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |