MY head by the maiden swarthy but fair Was press'd 'gainst her bosom with yearning; But, alas! to grey soon turn'd my hair, Where had fallen her tears so burning. She kiss'd me ill, and she kiss'd me lame, She kiss'd till my eyes were faded; My spinal marrow dried up became, By her mouth's wild sucking pervaded. My body is now a corpse, wherein My spirit is fetter'd closely; 'Tis often angry, and makes a din, And storms and struggles morosely. O impotent curses! Not even a fly Can be kill'd by mere execrations; Submit to thy fate, and patiently try To bear Heaven's dispensations. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MANNERLY MARGERY, MILK AND ALE by JOHN SKELTON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER HOW THE SONG WAS MADE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE OMEN by JANIE ELLEN LUELLING BYRNES ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG BY THE GARDNER'S BOY AND MAN by THOMAS CAMPION |