I AM weary, and very lonely, And can but think—think. If there were some water only That a spirit might drink—drink, And arise, With light in the eyes And a crown of hope on the brow, To walk abroad in the strength of gladness, Not sit in the house, benumbed with sadness— As now! But, Lord, thy child will be sad— As sad as it pleases thee; Will sit, not seeking to be glad, Till thou bid sadness flee, And, drawing near, With thy good cheer Awake thy life in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON GROWING OLD by JOHN MASEFIELD THE BELLS OF LONDON by MOTHER GOOSE THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |