Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: Through seas of pain and surging storms of grief Last Line: O sweet star-lady, grant me thy starlight! | ||||||||
Through seas of pain and surging storms of grief, O sweetheart, we pursue our weary way, Waiting till on life's hill-tops the new day Shines, gilding every blossom, every leaf. O comforter of mine, of helpers chief, More patient at love's mournful long delay Than I,less angered at the cloud-wreaths grey, Speak words of hope: the sails of dawn unreef! Lo! I am weary; weary unto death. Long is the struggle, and the night is long: Not yet upon the hills the morning's song Broods, nor the sweetness of the morning's breath. Still am I battling 'mid the tides of night: O sweet star-lady, grant me thy starlight! | 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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