Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels thy gentle dew; And every blade of grass I see, From thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew. Wilt Thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone. Come, for I need thy love; More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain, Come, gently as thy holy dove; And let me in thy sight rejoice to live again. I will not hide from them, When thy storms come, though fierce may be their wrath; But bow with leafy stem, And strengthened follow on thy chosen path. Yes, Thou wilt visit me: Nor plant nor tree thy parent eye delight so well; As when from sin set free My spirit loves with thine in peace to dwell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 18. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT by JOHN MILTON TELLING THE BEES (A COLONIAL CUSTOM) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE FOREIGN LANDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES IN THE SUBJUNCTIVE by BERTON BRALEY ABER STATIONS: STATIO TERTIA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |