Alas, alas! for the self-destroyed Vanish as images from a glass, Sink down and die down by hope unbuoyed:''" Alas, alas! Who shall stay their ruinous mass? Besotted, reckless, possessed, decoyed, They hurry to the dolorous pass. Saints fall a-weeping who would have joyed, Sore they weep for a glory that was, For a fulness emptied into the void. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES REPRISALS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WASHER WOMAN'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE THE IDEAL FOUND by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |