Thou Pain, the only guest of loathed constraint, The child of curse, man's weakness' foster-child, Brother to woe, and father of complaint; Thou Pain, thou hated Pain, from heaven exiled, How holdest thou her, whose eyes constraint doth fear, Whom cursed do bless, whose weakness virtues arm, Who others' woes and plaints can chastely bear, In whose sweet heaven angels of high thoughts swarm? What courage strange hath caught thy caitiff heart? Fear'st not a face that oft whole hearts devours, Or art thou from above bid play this part, And so no help 'gainst envy of those powers? If thus, alas; yet while those parts have woe, So stay her tongue that she no more say 'No'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN FIDELIA: 4. THE AUTHOR'S RESOLUTION IN A SONNET by GEORGE WITHER |