A Lament Poem by William Henry Drummond
A Lament
My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize:
But he, grim grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having decked with beauty's rose his tomb,
Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring....so touching. It is a beautiful poem amazingly shared.
My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring.................let this lament bring PEACE to thy soul, Sir R.I.P. for William Sir and to the family: CONGRATULATIONS for this excellent poem being honoured as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Best wishes from The Netherlands, Sylvia Frances Chan, Dutch Poetess
lamentation screaming in heart tears carrying out the eyes life dwelling on non fulfilled happy dream.....
Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize: With lamenting cries. tony
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One of the best poems by William Henry Drummond...................