I AM weary of the working. Weary of the long day's heat; To thy comfortable bosom, Wilt thou take me, spirit sweet? Weary of the long, blind struggle For a pathway bright and high, -- Weary of the dimly dying Hopes that never quite all die. Weary searching a bad cipher For a good that must be meant; Discontent with being weary, -- Weary with my discontent. I am weary of the trusting Where my trusts but torments prove; Wilt thou keep faith with me? wilt thou Be my true and tender love? I am weary drifting, driving Like a helmless bark at sea; Kindly, comfortable spirit, Wilt thou give thyself to me? Give thy birds to sing me sonnets? Give thy winds my cheeks to kiss? And thy mossy rocks to stand for The memorials of our bliss? I in reverence will hold thee, Never vexed with jealous ills, Though thy wild and wimpling waters Wind about a thousand hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD BLUE CANTON-WARE by SARAH A. ATHEARN PSALM 23 by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER |