Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOST SHEEP, by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON Poet's Biography First Line: Thou grantest ease of heart, o lord Last Line: I die of my despair! Alternate Author Name(s): Duclaux, Madame Emile; Darmesteter, Mary; Robinson, A. Mary F. Subject(s): Despair | ||||||||
THOU grantest ease of heart, O Lord, And them that wander in distress Thou gatherest at thy knees... Thou leadest thy lost sheep apart Into the paths of pleasantness, Into the paths of peace. The Valley of Death was dim, O Light, And vast the waste of vain desires Where wandered mine unrest... Thou camest o'er the mountain rim, Thou foundest me amid the briers To hush me on thy breast. O calm, O joy, to lie, O Love, One moment held against thy heart In breathless rapt amaze!... I dared to think that such as I Should wander nevermore apart, But pasture in thy rays. The Valley of Death was cold, O Lord, And far from thy paternal farms I mourned and murmured there... But how forsaken is the fold Where, cast abandoned from thine arms, I die of my despair! | 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 AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |
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