Oh, world, sometimes I cannot bear the load Of pain and sorrow laid upon my heart, My footsteps falter on the lonely road, And tears well up from hidden springs apart. I do not know the meaning of the thorn, The armored bough that bears a tender flower, Or why the song on fitful breezes borne, Is fraught with ecstasy for scarce an hour. I only know, oh world, when all is weighed Against one radiant, pulsing day in spring, When trees march up a hill in white arrayed, And life comes surging back to everything, I'll gladly walk the lonely road of pain, If I can see a May day born again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE TO A DOG by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD COMMENDATORY VERSES TO WILLIAM BROWNE'S 'BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS' by WILLIAM BASSE SONG: A LADY, RESCUED FROM DEATH BY A KNIGHT, WHO LEAVES HER by THOMAS CAREW A CHILD IS BORN by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |