What meaneth this? When I lie alone, I toss, I turn, I sigh, I groan; My bed me seems as hard as stone. What meaneth this? I sigh, I plain continually; The clothes that on my bed do lie Always methinks they lie awry: What meaneth this? In slumbers oft for fear I quake; For heat and cold I burn and shake; For lack of sleep my head doth ache: What meaneth this? A mornings then when I do rise I turn unto my wonted guise; All day after muse and devise What meaneth this? And if perchance by me there pass She unto whom I sue for grace, The cold blood forsaketh my face: What meaneth this? But if I sit near her by, With loud voice my heart doth cry, And yet my mouth is dumb and dry. What meaneth this? To ask for help no heart I have, My tongue doth fail what I should crave, Yet inwardly I rage and rave: What meaneth this? Thus have I passed many a year And many a day, though naught appear; But most of that that most I fear: What meaneth this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACOETHES SCRIBENDI by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 1 by WILLIAM BASSE HEADS, HEARTS, AND HANDS by GEORGE W. BUNGAY |