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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WEARINESS, by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: O little feet! That such long years
Last Line: How lurid looks this soul of mine!
Subject(s): Weariness; Fatigue
First Line: O little feet! That such long years
Last Line: How lurid looks this soul of mine!
Subject(s): Weariness; Fatigue
O little feet! that such long years
Must wander on through hopes and fears,
Must ache and bleed beneath your load;
I, nearer to the wayside inn
Where toil shall cease and rest begin,
Am weary, thinking of your road!
O little hands! that, weak or strong,
Have still to serve or rule so long,
Have still so long to give or ask;
I, who so much with book and pen
Have toiled among my fellow-men,
Am weary, thinking of your task.
O little hearts! that throb and beat
With such impatient, feverish heat,
Such limitless and strong desires;
Mine that so long has glowed and burned,
With passions into ashes turned
Now covers and conceals its fires.
O little souls! as pure and white
And crystalline as rays of light
Direct from heaven, their source divine;
Refracted through the mist of years,
How red my setting sun appears,
How lurid looks this soul of mine!
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