ON hearing the strains enthralling That my loved one sang to me erst, With torments fierce and appalling My heart is ready to burst. Impell'd by a gloomy yearning I seek in the forest relief, And there in tears hotly burning I quench my anguish and grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |