CHILD of the lonely heart, O clinging supplicating soul, Through thy chamber, thy prison, thy palace, the body, solitary roaming, The great world through the windows sadly, questioningly exploring.— @3O love, love, love, At thy feet, By thy side, My hand if only resting in thine: See, I am so little, I ask so little— If thou wilt take this little overflowing cup Into thy great ocean. O love, love, love, Thee alone. Always only thee: I find nothing beautiful but thee. Lo! when I look forth, what is it all? These lines of houses, This sad interminable sky, This gay life—which is my pretext—but underneath I am sick sick at heart For one touch of true love. O love, love, love, Since I was a little child, and till I die, the same. Nothing I reserve— I am so little and I ask so little: If thou wilt take this little overflowing cup Into thy great ocean@1. Child of the lonely heart, O clinging supplicating soul, Through thy chamber, thy prison, thy palace— Ah! children, through the world, through the ages, by thousands and thousands, by millions and millions, Unaware, unwhispered—in your own great followship nninitiate— Blindly yearning, tentatively questioningly darkly exploring Through the great Mother-heart eternally ascending! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD A SHORT SONG OF CONGRATULATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE TO A SKYLARK (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VERSES FOR CHILDREN: CHRISTMAS TREE by ZEDA K. AILES ENIGMA. TO THE LADIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |