Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the ebon fields Of heaven's vast empire, trembling seem to stand; 'Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland, Where the proud Sun his fiery banner wields! To flames, less fierce than mine, your luster yields, And powers more strong my countless tears command; Love strikes the feeling heart with ruthless hand, And only spares the breast which dullness shields. Since, then, capricious nature but bestows The fine affections of the soul, to prove A keener sense of desolating woes, Far, far from me the empty boast remove; If bliss from coldness, pain from passion flows, Ah! who would wish to feel, or learn to love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ETHELSTAN: RUNILDA'S CHANT by GEORGE DARLEY OUR STATE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD OFF BARNEGAT by ETHEL LYNN BEERS |