DOES not thy door stand open free, Ever day by day and night to me? -- I will come in and sing to thee. Come, with the tears scarce dry on my cheek, Come to thy heart, beloved, and speak Of love the strong, in my words the weak. Rough is the way thy feet have trod; Ah, and thy blood hath stained the sod; Who shall entreat for thee to God? Lo, but the earth at rest doth lie, Drinking in dew abundantly -- Why should thy soul be parched and dry? Lo, but the earth laughs laughter free, Girt with the sunbeams' grace and glee -- Thou art bedrenched in thine agony. Shall I not sing for thee soft and low, That which I sang for thee long ago? O my darling, I love thee so! Dear, while thy fretted spirit curbs Hunger with life's most bitter herbs, And while the rush and noise disturbs, And while the thorns yet pierce thy feet, -- Yea, to the end of peace complete, I will come in and love thee, sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE WESTERN JOURNALIST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PAIN IN PLEASURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NEW ARGONAUTS by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER SPECIAL MESSAGE TO THE VERMONT LEGISLATURE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |