COULD I outwear my present state of woe With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow The wan dark coil of faded suffering -- Forth in the pride of beauty issuing A sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers, Moving his crest to all sweet plots of flowers And watered valleys where the young birds sing; Could I thus hope my lost delight's renewing, I straightly would command the tears to creep From my charged lids; but inwardly I weep; Some vital heat as yet my heart is wooing: That to itself hath drawn the frozen rain From my cold eyes, and melted it again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 5. NIGHT SONG AT AMALFI by SARA TEASDALE TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |