How long, O Lord, shall I forgotten be? What? Ever? How long wilt thou thy hidden face from me Dissever? How long shall I consult with careful sprite In anguish? How long shall I with foes' triumphant might Thus languish? Behold me, Lord! Let to thy hearing creep My crying: Nay, give me eyes, and light, lest that I sleep In dying. Lest my foe brag, that in my ruin he Prevailed, And at my fall they joy that, troublous, me Assailed. No, no, I trust in thee, and joy in thy Great pity; Still therefore of thy graces shall be my Song's ditty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AT HOME AFTER THE BALL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON AN ITALIAN BEGGAR by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |