O God, no proper place I see. No work that I can do. Myself I offer unto thee, A sacrifice anew. If Thou with clear sign from on high Wilt mark me as Thine own. How soon, how gladly would I die, Unhonoured and unknown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: WOMEN'S CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE LORELEI by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE AT THE LATTICE by ALFRED AUSTIN THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE |