I AM weary of the working. Weary of the long day's heat; To thy comfortable bosom, Wilt thou take me, spirit sweet? Weary of the long, blind struggle For a pathway bright and high, -- Weary of the dimly dying Hopes that never quite all die. Weary searching a bad cipher For a good that must be meant; Discontent with being weary, -- Weary with my discontent. I am weary of the trusting Where my trusts but torments prove; Wilt thou keep faith with me? wilt thou Be my true and tender love? I am weary drifting, driving Like a helmless bark at sea; Kindly, comfortable spirit, Wilt thou give thyself to me? Give thy birds to sing me sonnets? Give thy winds my cheeks to kiss? And thy mossy rocks to stand for The memorials of our bliss? I in reverence will hold thee, Never vexed with jealous ills, Though thy wild and wimpling waters Wind about a thousand hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON THE RIVAL CELESTIAL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RUSTIC WREATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |