Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SICK CHILD'S MEDITATION, by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Pain and weariness, aching eyes and head Last Line: Annulled them all without distinction. Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina Subject(s): Children; Jesus Christ; Love; Meditation; Pain; Sickness; Childhood; Suffering; Misery; Illness | ||||||||
Pain and weariness, aching eyes and head, Pain and weariness all the day and night: Yet the pillow's soft on my smooth soft bed, And fresh air blows in, and mother shades the light. Thou, O Lord, in pain hadst no pillow soft, In Thy weary pain, in Thine agony: But a cross of shame held Thee up aloft Where Thy very mother could do nought for Thee. I would gaze on Thee, on Thy patient face; Make me like Thyself, patient, sweet, at peace; Make my days all love, and my nights all praise, Till all days and nights and patient sufferings cease. Love is all happiness, love is all beauty, Love is the crown of flaxen heads and hoary, Love is the only everlasting duty, And love is chronicled in endless story And kindles endless glory. A handy Mole who plied no shovel To excavate his vaulted hovel, While hard at work met in mid-furrow An Earthworm boring out his burrow. Our Mole had dined and must grow thinner Before he gulped a second dinner, And on no other terms cared he To meet a worm of low degree. The Mole turned on his blindest eye Passing that base mechanic by; The Worm entrenched in actual blindness Ignored or kindness or unkindness; Each wrought his own exclusive tunnel To reach his own exclusive funnel. A plough its flawless track pursuing Involved them in one common ruin. Where now the mine and countermine, The dined-on and the one to dine? The impartial ploughshare of extinction Annulled them all without distinction. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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