Why do I live to loathe the cheerful day, To shun the smiles of Fame, and mark the hours On tardy pinions move, while ceaseless showers Down my wan cheek in lucid currents stray? My tresses all unbound, nor gems display, Nor scents Arabian! on my path no flowers Imbibe the morn's resuscitating powers, For one blank sorrow, saddens all my way! As slow the radiant sun of reason rose, Through tears my dying parents saw it shine; A brother's frailties, swelled the tide of woes, -- And, keener far, maternal griefs were mine! Phaon! if soon these weary eyes shall close, Oh! must that task, that mournful task, be thine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |