Agony

I FAINT; my dying Breath will not suffice To midwife forth my Words; my falt'ring Tongue Resigns its Office to my weeping Eyes; Speak Eyes, and do my faithful Heart no Wrong.

Ye crystal Fountains set your Sluices wide, Stream forth your Tears like a full flowing Tide; Draw up the Flood-gates, let the Torrent flow In its right Current, whether fast or slow.