Dear God, I am so far away from Thee; So far from faith, in lonely fear and cold, In space illimitable, time grown old, Despair unending as eternity. Yet well I know that somewhere waits for me A father's care, and tenderness untold, Love I may never claim, will never hold, Because the Truth my blind eyes could not see. By my own fault, my own most wilful fault, I set my feet upon a strange lost path, That seemed to lead to beauty, but the track Bent sharply into shadows. One might halt The swift descent, but not the darkening wrath Of clouds that hide from sight the long road back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET; OXFORD, 1916 by GEORGE SANTAYANA OH! SUSANNA! by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT VERSES TO J. RANKINE by ROBERT BURNS A MIDSUMMER MEMORY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |