A Lament
Topics: classic
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.
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"My thoughts hold mortal strife;..."
This evocative piece by William Henry Drummond, titled "A Lament", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...