If with complaint the pain might be expressed That inwardly doth cause me sigh and groan, Your hard heart and your cruel breast Should sigh and plain for my unrest; And though it were of stone Yet should remorse cause it relent and moan. But since it is so far out of measure That with my words I can it not contain, My overly trust, my heart's treasure, Alas, why do I still endure This restless smart and pain, Since if ye list ye may my woe restrain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE WIND SUFFERS by LAURA RIDING THE DEATH OF HUSS by ALFRED AUSTIN THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER TO A CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET: LEAVES by WILLIAM BARNES THE BIRD-BOY by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |