COME out from heaven, O Lord, and be my guide, Come, I implore; To my dark questionings unsatisfied, Leave me no more, -- No more, O Lord, no more! Forgetting how my nights and how my days Run sweetly by, -- Forgetting that thy ways above our ways Are all so high, -- I cry, and ever cry -- Since that thou leavest not the wildest glen, For flowers to wait, How leavest thou the hearts of living men So desolate, -- So darkly desolate? Thou keepest safe beneath the wintry snow The little seed, And leavest under all its weights of woe, The heart to bleed, And vainly, vainly plead. In the dry root thou stirrest up the sap; At thy commands Cometh the rain, and all the bushes clap Their rosy hands: Man only, thirsting, stands. Is it for envy, or from wrath that springs From foolish pride, Thou leavest him to his dark questionings Unsatisfied, -- Always unsatisfied? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK INGRATITUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WARTONS AND OTHER EARLY ROMANTIC LANDSCAPE-POETS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 42 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |