Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HEIR, by PHOEBE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: An orphan, through the world Last Line: "the daughter of the king!" Subject(s): Orphans; God | ||||||||
AN orphan, through the world Unfriended did I roam, I knew not that my Father lived, Nor that I had a home. No kindred might I claim, No lover sought for me; Mine was a solitary life, Set in no family. I yielded to despair, I sorrowed night and morn -- I cried, "Ah! good it were for me, If I had not been born!" At midnight came a man -- He knocked upon my door; He spake such tender words as man Ne'er spake to me before. I rose to let him in, I shook with fear and dread; A lamp was shining in his hand, A brightness round his head. "And who art thou," I cried; "I scarce for awe might speak; And why for such a wretch as I Dost thou at midnight seek?" "Though thou hast strayed," He said, "From me thou couldst not flee; I am thy Brother and thy Friend, And thou shalt share with me! "For me thou hast not sought, I sought thee everywhere; Thou hast a Father and a home, With mansions grand and fair. "To thine inheritance I came thy soul to bring; Thou art the royal heir of heaven -- The daughter of the King!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY |
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