O valley, filled with my despairful words, O river that my tears have richly fed, O creatures of the forest, happy birds, O fishes that green banks have prisoned; Breath of desire, serene and passionate. O pleasant path grown wearisome, O hill That once I counted dear but now do hate, Where, as of old, Love doth entice me still; You are not changed whom I remember well, But I am otherwise, O misery, Who from delight to bitterest sorrow fell! Here where I loved I do return and see Madonna's spirit wafted to the skies, Whilst upon earth her lovely body lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE TO A DISCIPLE OF WILLIAM MORRIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETHROTHED KILLED by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |