Self-pity's tears, wherein my hope lies drowned; Sighs from thought's fire, where my desires languish; Despair by humble love of beauty crowned; Furrows not worn by time, but wheels of anguish; Dry up, smile, joy, make smooth, and see Furrows, despairs, sighs, tears in beauty be. Beauty, out of whose clouds my heart tears rained; Beauty, whose niggard fire sighs' smoke did nourish; Beauty, in whose eclipse despairs remained; Beauty, whose scorching beams make wrinkles flourish; Time hath made free of tears, sighs, and despair. Writing in furrows deep, she once was fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HOLY CROSS DAY by ROBERT BROWNING HYMN: 32. THE NATIVITY OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CRICKET by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN |