IF grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any ruth can melt thee, Come to me now! I cannot be more lonely, More drear I cannot be! My worn heart throbs so wildly 'Twill break for thee. And when the world despises When heaven repels my prayer Will not mine angel comfort? Mine idol hear? Yes by the tears I've poured, By all my hours of pain, O I shall surely win thee, Beloved, again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD A SEA SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE |