MY heart did heave, and there came forth, O God! By that I knew that thou wast in the grief, To guide and govern it to my relief, Making a scepter of the rod: Hadst thou not had thy part, Sure the unruly sigh had broke my heart. But since thy breath gave me both life and shape, Thou knowst my tallies; and when there's assign'd So much breath to a sigh, what's then behinde Or if some yeares with it escape, The sigh then onely is A gale to bring me sooner to my blisse. Thy life on earth was grief, and thou art still Constant unto it, making it to be A point of honour, now to grieve in me, And in thy members suffer ill. They who lament one crosse, Thou dying dayly, praise thee to thy losse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KUBLA KHAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE AGAMEMNON: THE SACRIFICE OF IPHIGENIA. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 33. RED DAWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) DRAB BONNETS by BERNARD BARTON |