My spirit longeth for thee Within my troubled breast, Although I be unworthy Of so divine a guest. Of so divine a guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from thee. Unless it come from thee, In vain I look around; In all that I can see, No rest is to be found. No rest is to be found But in thy blessed Love; O! let my wish be crowned, And send it from above! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST CHANNEL FIRING by THOMAS HARDY A MIDNIGHT MEDITATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LOVE IN ARMOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |