AVE, MARIA! I am tired. Maiden Mother, reach thine hand: Thou alone wilt understand What it is to be so tired. Let the virgin, sick for rest, Like a pierced and hunted deer, Find a still sweet covert here, At thy feet, O Queen of Rest. Earthly pains are hard to bear, Earthly joys as hard, in truth. Even Love hath hands uncouth When the soul no more will bear. Only thine are delicate On the spirit's broken wing. Oh! the languor of our Spring, Oh! the heavy dreams that sate! Ave, Maria! I am tired. Maiden Mother, cover me. Thou dost keep in memory What it is to be so tired. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH INVOCATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD MY LOVE'S GUARDIAN ANGEL by WILLIAM BARNES |