My darling, thou wilt never know The grinding agony of woe That we have borne for thee. Thus may we consolation tear E'en from the depth of our despair And wasting misery. The nightly anguish thou art spared When all the crushing truth is bared To the awakening mind, When the galled heart is pierced with grief, Till wildly it implores relief, But small relief can find. Nor know'st thou what it is to lie Looking forth with streaming eye On life's lone wilderness. 'Weary, weary, dark and drear, How shall I the journey bear, The burden and distress?' Then since thou art spared such pain We will not wish thee here again; He that lives must mourn. God help us through our misery And give us rest and joy with thee When we reach our bourne! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS EBB by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |