What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught Remembers on unceasingly; unsought The old delight is with us but to find That all recurring joy is pain refined, Become a habit, and we struggle, caught. You lie upon my heart as on a nest, Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life. I love you so You bind my freedom from its rightful quest. In mercy lift your drooping wings and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PRAYER OF AGASSIZ by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP ICH DIEN by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS SONG OF THE BOOKWORM by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |