LET, oh world, ah let me be! Tempt me not with gifts of pleasure. Leave alone this heart to treasure All its joy, its misery. What my grief I can not say, 'Tis a strange, a wistful sorrow; Yet through tears at every morrow I behold the light of day. When my weary soul finds rest Oft a beam of rapture brightens All the gloom of cloud, and lightens This oppression in my breast. Let, oh world, ah, let me be! Tempt me not with gifts of pleasure. Leave alone this heart to treasure All its joy, its misery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A STRIP OF BLUE by LUCY LARCOM IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 91 by EDWIN ARNOLD FOR NOEL (WHERE A GATE SWINGS EITHER WAY) by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 3. THE DOLLS' HOSPITAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |