FAIN would I weep, but, ah, I cannot weep; Fain would I upwards full of vigour spring, But cannot; to the earth I needs must cling, Spurn'd by the reptiles that around me creep. Fain would I near my beauteous mistress keep, Near my bright light of life be hovering, And in her dear sweet breath be revelling, But cannot; for my heart with sorrow deep Is breaking; from my broken heart doth flow My burning blood, my strength within me fades, And darker, darker grows the world to me. With secret awe I yearn unceasingly For yonder misty realm, where silent shades Their gentle loving arms around me throw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ODE TO THE WEST WIND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BILL SWEENY OF THE BLACK GANG by JAMES BARNES VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON |