OH, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe; My life is very lonely, My days pass heavily, I'm wearing of repining, Wilt thou not come to me? Oh, didst thou know my longings For thee, from day to day, My hopes, so often blighted, Thou wouldst not thus delay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE ACHARNIANS: IN PRAISE OF THE POET by ARISTOPHANES |