I STAND before you as a beggar stands, Who craves an alms and will not be denied; Nor shall I cease to wander at your side, Until I gain this largess at your hands; Give me your weary thoughts, your hours of pain, Your dull gray mornings, and your hopeless moods; If one sad moment mars your solitudes, Give that to me, and be at ease again. Behold, my heart is large enough to bear Your burdens, and to rock your heart to sleep; Give me your griefs, I do not ask to share The golden harvest of the joys you reap; Be glad alone; but when your soul's opprest, Come here and lay your head and be at rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN |