Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN DESPAIR, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I know not what the world may be Last Line: And tell of the dawn, of the dew and the dawn. Subject(s): Despair | ||||||||
I KNOW not what the world may be, -- For since I have nor hopes nor fears, All things seem strange and far to me, As though I had sailed on some sad sea, For years and years, and years and years! Sailed through blind mists, you understand, And leagues of bleak and bitter foam; Seeing belts of rock and bars of sand, But never a strip of flowery land, And never the light of hearth or home. All day and night, all night and day, I sit in my darkened house alone; Come thou, whose laughter sounds so gay, Come hither, for charity come! and say What flowers are faded, and what are blown. Does the great, glad sun, as he used to, rise? Or is it always a weary night? A shadow has fallen across my eyes, Come hither and tell me about the skies, -- Are there drops of rain? are there drops of light? Keep not, dear heart, so far away, With thy laughter light and laughter low, But come to my darkened house, I pray, And tell me what of the fields to-day, -- Or lilies, or snow? or lilies, or snow? Do the hulls of the ripe nuts hang apart? Do the leaves of the locust drop in the well? Or is it the time for the buds to start? O gay little heart, O little gay heart, Come hither and tell, come hither and tell! The day of my hope is cold and dead, The sun is down and the light is gone; Come hither thou of the roses red, Of the gay, glad heart, and the golden head, And tell of the dawn, of the dew and the dawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY THAT WAS THAT DAY by AMY LOWELL MAN IN THE STREET OR HAND OVER MOUTH by HEATHER MCHUGH BURIAL RITES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE CAMPS; FOR MARILYN HACKER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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