O NEVER to be moved, O beauty unrelenting! Hard heart, too dearly loved! Fond love, too late repenting! Why did I dream of too much bliss? Deceitful hope was cause of this. O hear me speak this, and no more, 'Live you in joy, while I my woes deplore!' All comforts despaired Distaste your bitter scorning; Great sorrows unrepaired Admit no mean in mourning: Die, wretch, since hope from thee is fled. He that must die, is better dead. O dear delight yet, ere I die, Some pity show, though you relief deny! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOVE IN BLACK AND WHITE by KAREN SWENSON |