L-o! what a Chaos this unhappy Fal L, O-nly a dismal sight, and signs of W O, N-ow Metamorphis'd, Ovid writeth o N D-emocritus had wept too (doubtless) ha D O-nly Melpomene's the Singer wh O N-ow each, a Stoick look too putteth o N. L-ends us instead of Englands Capital L. O-ffers our Opticks objects, Things are s O N-o such, not to, but from, Confusio N. D-estiny rais'd an Object then so sa D. O-rders my Muse, and best becomes it to O. N-othing but Clouds appear, the Sun is go N. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |