BEGONE, O thou distracting Care, Partner of Sorrow, and Despair! Thy poison spreads to ev'ry part Of this my poor tormented heart. If it be false, with which of late Thou hast disturb'd my quiet state, Why, to affright me, would'st thou bring So well compos'd a monstrous thing? But if with Truth thou would'st delight, To clear my long deluded sight, Under that veil does falsehood lie, 'Tis Death thou bring'st, not Jealousy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON |