Heart oppressed with desperate thought Is forced ever to lament, Which now in me so sore hath wrought That needs to it I must consent; Wherefore all joy I must refuse And cruel will thereof accuse. If cruel will had not been guide, Despair in me had had no place; For my true meaning she well espied And for all that would give no grace. Therefore all joy I must refuse And cruel will thereof accuse. She well might see and yet would not, And may daily, if that she will, How painful is my hapless lot Joined with despair me for to spill; Whereby all joy I must refuse Since cruel will doth me so use. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY by GEORGE SANTAYANA BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD THE LAST RACE by ERNEST HAROLD BAYNES IN FESTUBERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ZILLEBEKE BROOK by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MILLICENT by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |