SWEET CHILD OF WOE!! who pour'st thy love lorn lays On the dull ear of PENSIVE night, Who with THY sighs protract'st the pitying gale, WHICH seeks with GOS'MER wing the INFANT LIGHT. DAUGHTER OF SIGHS, whose plumy pinions wave In one dank circle of despair, WHO in the surge OF MISERY lov'st to lave, And draw'st rich solace from the realms of CARE. OFFSPRING OF GRIEF! child of EXTATIC woes! NOW night sheds soft her curtain'd sleep, AND greedy wealth, and vulgar bliss REPOSE, And only sorrow JOYS to wake and weep. COME, CHILD OF WOE, and let Eliza join In all your SORROWS, for your JOYS are MINE. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO A SHADOW OF THE NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES |