THOUGHTFUL nights, and restless waking, O the pains that we endure! Broken faith, unkind forsaking, Ever doubting, never sure. Hopes deceiving, vain endeavours; What a race has love to run! False protesting, fleeting favours; Every, every way undone. Still complaining, and defending, Each to love, yet ne'er agree; Fears tormenting, passion rending; O the racks of jealousy! From such painful ways of living, Ah! how sweet, could love be free; Still presenting, still receiving, Fierce, immortal ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM GILBERT: 2. THE WELCOME HOME by CHARLOTTE BRONTE A FRIENDLY EXPOSTULATION, CONCERNING THE REDEMPTION OF MANKIND by JOHN BYROM |