I. Go, let me weep! there 's bliss in tears, When he, who sheds them, inly feels Some lingering stain of early years Effaced by every drop that steals. The fruitless showers of worldly woe Fall dark to earth, and never rise; While tears, that from repentance flow, In bright exhalement reach the skies. Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears, When he, who sheds them, inly feels Some lingering stain of early years Effaced by every drop that steals. II. Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew More idly than the summer's wind, And, while they pass'd, a fragrance threw, But left no trace of sweets behind. -- The warmest sigh that pleasure heaves Is cold, is faint, to those that swell The heart, where pure repentance grieves O'er hours of pleasure, loved too well! Leave me to sigh o'er days that flew More idly than the summer's wind, And, while they pass'd, a fragrance threw, But left no trace of sweets behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: 13. OUT OF CATALLUS by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 38. THE MORROW'S MESSAGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |