SINCE childhood have I dragged my life along The dusty purlieus and approach of Death, Hoping the years would bring me easier breath, And turn my painful sighing to a song. But, ah, the years have done me cruel wrong, For they have robbed me of that happy faith; Still in the world of men I move a wraith, Who to the shadow-world not yet belong. Too long, indeed, I linger here and take The room of others but to droop and sigh; Wherefore, O spinning sisters, for my sake, No more the little tangled knots untie; But all the skein, I do beseech you, break, And spin a stronger thread more perfectly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE ANGLER'S WISH by IZAAK WALTON DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE LOVER AND THE BIRDS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BOTHWELL: PART 6 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR FROM A TRENCH by MAUD ANNA BELL |