The haven and last refuge of my pain (A safe and strong defence) Are tears and supplications, but in vain. Love sets upon me banded with Disdain, One armed with pity and one armed with death, And as death smites me, pity lends me breath. Else had my soul long since departed thence. She pineth to remove Whither her hopes of endless peace abide And beauty dwelleth without beauty's pride, There her last bliss to prove. But still the living fountain of her tears Wells in the heart when all thy truth appears, Lest death should vanquish love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |