I'LL not be angry, though my heart should break, Evermore lost one! no complaint I'll make. Though thou may'st sparkle 'neath thy diamonds bright, No ray can pierce thy heart's unceasing night. I've known it long. In vision saw I thee, How night thy heart doth fill unceasingly, And how the serpent at thy heart doth gnaw, -- How wretched, love, thou art, too well I saw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN-HILL ON A BICYCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |