And have I heard her say, 'O cruel Pain!' And doth she know what mould her beauty bears? Mourns she in truth, and thinks that others fain? Fears she to feel, and feels not others' fears? Or doth she think all pain the mind forebears? That heavy earth, not fiery sprites, may plain? That eyes weep worse than heart in bloody tears? That sense feels more than what doth sense contain? No, no, she is too wise, she knows her face Hath not such pain as it makes others have; She knows the sickness of that perfect place Hath yet such health, as it my life can save. But this she thinks: our pain high cause excuseth, Where her, who should rule pain, false pain abuseth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY COLIN AND LUCY by THOMAS TICKELL ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |