If I might have at mine own will Such flood of tears wherewith to drown, Of fire so hot as Aetna hill With fervent fire that I might burn, Then should I end this careful pain That force perforce I do sustain. Or if the sighs of woeful heart Could cause myself asunder break, Then by that means I should depart My mourning days, and so to wreak My wearied life and careful pain That force perforce I do sustain. Or if my hand such hap might find With sword or knife to ease my woe, Then should I ease my painful mind. But since my hap cannot hap so, I must abide this careful pain That force perforce I do sustain. Or if I might have at my wish The heaven to fall to short my life, So by such chance I could not miss But I should end my woeful strife That doth increase this careful pain That force perforce I do sustain. Or if the earth at my request Had power to open, as in my will, I know right well my wearied breast Should need no more to sigh his fill, For then should end this careful pain That force perforce I do sustain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II SONG OF SEID NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN by AMIR NURU'D-DIN NI'MATU'LLAH LOVE IN THE DAWN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WET WOODS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE BATTLE OF DRUMLIEMOOR by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |