Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LILIES: 17, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: Be gentle with me: for thou knowest not yet Last Line: And sweet would seem a night without a morrow! | ||||||||
Be gentle with me: for thou knowest not yet The utter need there is in me of love. Oh! though the poets' brows, bay-crowned above, Shine famously,look close, their eyes are wet. The sorrow of all the earth God's hand has set Upon them for a wreath,and in strange fashion To understand in soul earth's every passion: For this it is that earth is in their debt. What the slow heartless lover cannot feel, The poet feels for him; and tear-drops steal Adown his cheeks when others cannot sorrow. What wonder then if sometimes in his heart There is a yearning he cannot impart, And sweet would seem a night without a morrow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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