Dear God, I stand with empty hands To have them filled. The other gifts Thou gavest me I long have spilled. And some I broke upon these stones, And some are bled Until they died, because my thoughts To strangeness wed. Dear God, I would have other gifts Within my hands. Seal them upon me in Thy wrath With golden bands; That I may never lose again A love, but free My heart, in deepening loneliness, To ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE FIVE STUDENTS by THOMAS HARDY AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |