It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O: Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; And alas! I am weary, weary O. All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost, Like the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, And alas! I am weary, weary O: There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, And alas! I am weary, weary O: The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear, In the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O; And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear, And alas! I am weary, weary O: And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear, And alas! I am weary, weary O: | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LEONARDO'S 'MONNA LISA' by EDWARD DOWDEN SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |