MY heart is yearning: Behold my yearning heart, And lean low to satisfy Its lonely beseeching cry, For Thou its fulness art. Turn, as once turning Thou didst behold Thy Saint In deadly extremity; Didst look, and win back to Thee His will frighted and faint. Kindle my burning From Thine unkindled Fire; Fill me with gifts and with grace That I may behold Thy Face, For Thee I desire. My heart is yearning, Yearning and thrilling thro' For Thy Love mine own of old, For Thy Love unknown, untold, Ever old, ever new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE AMERICA (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO HIS COY MISTRESS by ANDREW MARVELL TO MR. BLEECKER, ON HIS PASSAGE TO NEW YORK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER |