I writhed beneath my burden, fumed and groaned. My burden that had felt and heard me, moaned: "You do not know what misery is, nor what The bitterest part is of our common lot. The strength I load in you with my loath weight, My weakness would so gladly own its fate. Think, once, how much more dreadful it must be To be the burden than bear it, and pity me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE ODES I, 38. AD MINISTRAM by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS SONG-TIME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AND LOCUSTS BLOOM TOMORROW by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL FACTORY-GIRL by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |