Go, you must go -- it is I who can sing, Kissed by the white lips of suffering. You could not live where winds blow cold, You who are big, and brave and bold! Go, you must go -- it is I, the frail thing As easy to break as a butterfly's wing, Who can walk upon thorns on The Road of Pain, While many men search for my wounds, in vain. Go, you must go -- for today is sweet, Blossoms make lovely the way for your feet; Only for you do I fear the great cold, For you who are big, and brave and bold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILGRIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) POOR LIL' BRACK SHEEP by ETHEL M. C. BRAZELTON A SHEPHERD'S DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON CHRIST THE CONQUEROR by HENRY FOSTER BURDER THE MEISTERSINGER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |