My spirit longeth for thee Within my troubled breast, Although I be unworthy Of so divine a guest. Of so divine a guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from thee. Unless it come from thee, In vain I look around; In all that I can see, No rest is to be found. No rest is to be found But in thy blessed Love; O! let my wish be crowned, And send it from above! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN MOTHER TO SON by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES ON CATULLUS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1878 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |