Where the green leaves exclude the summer beam, And softly bend as balmy breezes blow, And where, with liquid lapse, the lucid stream Across the fretted rock is heard to flow, Pensive I lay: when she whom earth conceals, As if still living to my eyes appears, And pitying Heaven her angel form reveals, To say -- "Unhappy Petrarch, dry your tears; Ah! why, sad lover! thus before your time, In grief and sadness should your life decay, And like a blighted flower, your manly prime In vain and hopeless sorrow fade away? Ah! yield not thus to culpable despair, But raise thine eyes to Heaven -- and think I wait thee there." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE THE TASK: BOOK 4. THE WINTER EVENING by WILLIAM COWPER TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS THE EPIPHANY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE POWER OF WOMEN by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE PHOENIX TO MRS. BUTTS by WILLIAM BLAKE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO THE END OF TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER |