IF grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any ruth can melt thee, Come to me now! I cannot be more lonely, More drear I cannot be! My worn heart throbs so wildly 'Twill break for thee. And when the world despises When heaven repels my prayer Will not mine angel comfort? Mine idol hear? Yes by the tears I've poured, By all my hours of pain, O I shall surely win thee, Beloved, again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT SURCEASE by ALICE GARDNER ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD GOD'S ACRE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |