When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears, Then was my heart broken, as was my verse; My breast was full of fears And disorder. My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow, Did fly asunder; Each took his way; some would to pleasures go, Some to the wars and thunder Of alarms. "As good go anywhere," they say, "As to benumb Both knees and heart, in crying night and day, Come, come, my God, O come! But no hearing." O that thou shouldst give dust a tongue To cry to thee, And then not hear it crying! All day long My heart was in my knee, But no hearing. Therefore my soul lay out of sight, Untuned, unstrung: My feeble spirit, unable to look right, Like a nipped blossom, hung Discontented. O cheer and tune my heartless breast, Defer no time; That so thy favors granting my request, They and my mind may chime, And men my rhyme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JUNE by EDMUND SPENSER THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER FATI VALET HORA BENIGNI by SAMUEL BISHOP THREE EPISTLES TO G. LLOYD ON A PASSAGE FROM HOMER'S ILIAD: 2 by JOHN BYROM SPECIAL MESSAGE TO THE VERMONT LEGISLATURE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |