Urge me no more! nor think, because I seem Tame and unsorrowing in the world's rude strife, That anguish and resentment have not life Within the heart that ye so quiet deem: In this forced stillness only, I sustain My thought and feeling, wearied out with pain! Floating as 'twere upon some wild abyss, Whence, silent Patience, bending o'er the brink, Would rescue them with strong and steady hand, And join again, by that connecting link, Which now is broken: -----O, respect her care! Respect her in this fearful self-command! No moment teems with greater woe than this, Should she but pause, or falter in despair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |