Life serves me well, O God; let me know it more. Let me feel my happiness in my heart's red core. Good years have I lived with love in gentleness and calm, A fragrance permeates my days and soothes me as a balm Soft on my brow; so over and over I fain Must remind myself that love also means pain. Let me realize how kind to me these years, That they may comfort me when life, at last, brings tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE APRIL BYEWAY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A MAN'S DEBT by FRED EMERSON BROOKS THE BARREN MOORS by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE POET, THE OYSTER, AND SENSITIVE PLANT by WILLIAM COWPER |