The pillar perished is whereto I leant, The strongest stay of mine unquiet mind; The like of it no man again can find, From east to west, still seeking, though he went. To mine unhap! For hap away hath rent Of all my joy the very bark and rind, And I, alas, by chance am thus assigned Dearly to mourn till death do it relent. But since that thus it is by destiny, What can I more but have a woeful heart, My pen in plaint, my voice in careful cry, My mind in woe, my body full of smart, And I myself myself always to hate, Till dreadful death do ease my doleful state? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK DICKENS IN CAMP by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |