LEAVE prolonging thy distress! All delays afflict the dying. Many lost sighs long I spent, to her for mercy crying; But now, vain mourning, cease! I'll die, and mine own griefs release. Thus departing from this light To those shades that end in sorrow, Yet a small time of complaint a little breath I'll borrow, To tell my once delight I die alone through her despite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL |