I abide and abide and better abide (And after the old proverb) the happy day; And ever my lady to me doth say "Let me alone and I will provide'. I abide and abide and tarry the tide, And with abiding speed well ye may! Thus do I abide I wot alway Not her obtaining nor yet denied. Aye me! this long abiding Seemeth to me as who sayeth A prolonging of a dying death Or a refusing of a desired thing. Much were it better for to be plain Than to say "abide' and yet not obtain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |