FLY away, bark, Over the sea! Take thou my grief, Take it with thee! Bear it afar Unto the shore Where the old griefs are For evermore! O, it was hard! Take it away -- Pressed on my heart By night and by day. I will not have it; Let it go, let it go! Shall I have nothing But wailing and woe? Let it be, let it be! O, bring it again! Bring my sorrow to me, Bring weeping and pain! Bring my sorrow to me -- After all, it is mine: O God of my heart, I will not repine. For I feel such a lack, And I am such a stone -- Bring it back, bring it back! It is better to groan With my old, old load Than to search within, And find nothing there But folly and sin. O, I cannot bear This empty cup: If it must be with gall, Fill it up! fill it up! Fill my soul, fill my soul! And I will bless The hand that filleth Mine emptiness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE THE MAHOGANY TREE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER |