'MIDST Beauty and Pleasure's gay triumphs, to languish And droop without knowing the source of my anguish: To start from short slumbers, and look for the morning-- Yet close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejected Sounds that steal from my tongue, by no meaning connected! Ah say, Fellow-swains, how these symptoms befell me? They smile, but reply not. Sure Delia will tell me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM |