PATIENCE, surly pilot, shortly To the port I'll follow you; From two maidens I'm departing, From my love and Europe too. Blood-spring, from mine eyes 'gin running, Blood-spring, from my body flow, So that I then, with my hot blood, May write down my tale of woe. Ah, my body, wherefore shudder Thus to-day my blood to see? Many years before thee standing Pale, heart-bleeding, saw'st thou me! Know'st thou still the olden story Of the snake in Paradise, Who, a cursed apple giving, Caused our parents endless sighs? Apples brought all evils on us, Death through Eve by apples came; Flames on Troy were brought by Eris, -- Both thou broughtest, death and flame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TELL'S BIRTHPLACE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER; ON TURNING LATIN VERSE INTO ENGLISH by ELINOR WYLIE WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE SONG: NOT A WORD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 44. FAREWELL TO JULIET (6) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |