THE earth weighs down my lids -- they forget the feeling of tears; The heavy clods on my heart numb it to pleasure and pain, And my blood shall freeze or flame to your mood as in bygone years Never again, Beloved -- never again. I STROVE to see as you saw, I strove to hear as you heard, I strove to stride with your strength, catching my labouring breath, And never you slackened your speed to toss me a heartening word -- Weary to death, Beloved -- weary to death. IF you called in the name of our love, I would not open mine eyes; If you called in the name of my sorrow, no sigh would stir in my breast; If you called me with God's own voice, I would answer not nor arise, Now that I rest, Beloved -- now that I rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONAUTICA): THE SAILING OF THE ARGO by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |