Oh, if the heavy last unuttered groan That lieth here could issue to the air, Then might God's peace descend on my despair And seal this heart as with a mighty stone. For what sin, Heaven, must I thus atone? Was it a sin to love what seemed so fair? If thou deny me hope, why give me care? I have not lived, and die alone, alone. This is not new. Many have perished so. Long years of nothing, with some days of grief, Made their sad life. Their own hand sought relief Too late to find it, impotently slow. I know, strong Fate, the trodden way I go. Joy lies behind me. Be the journey brief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE GIACINTA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AND IF THE SONG SHOULD DIE? by ANNIE HATCH BOORNAZIAN A DOG'S VIGIL by MARGARET E. BRUNER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. CHILD OF THE LONELY HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER THE CHOPPER'S CHILD; A STORY FOR THANKSGIVING DAY by ALICE CARY |