I laid beside thy gate, am Lazarus; See me or see me not I still am there, Hungry and thirsty, sore and sick and bare, Dog-comforted and crumbs-solicitous: While thou in all thy ways art sumptuous, Daintily clothed, with dainties for thy fare: Thus a world's wonder thou art quit of care, And be I seen or not seen I am thus. One day a worm for thee, a worm for me: With my worm angel songs and trumpet burst And plenitude an end of all desire: But what for thee, alas! but what for thee? Fire and an unextinguishable thirst, Thirst in an unextinguishable fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN A SONG OF RICHES by KATHARINE LEE BATES LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |