Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love, Minerva-like brought forth without a mother; Present the image of the cares I prove, Witness your father's grief exceeds all other. Sigh out a story of her cruel deeds With interrupted accents of despair, A monument that whosoever reads May justly praise and blame my loveless fair. Say her disdain hath dried up my blood, And starved you, in succors still denying; Press to her eyes, importune me some good; Waken her sleeping pity with your crying. Knock at that hard heart, beg till you have moved her; And tell th' unkind how dearly I have loved her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |