Well, well, -- Heaven bless you all from day to day! Forgiveness too, or e'er we part, from each, As I do give it, so must I beseech: I owe all much, much more than I can pay; Therefore it is I go; how could I stay Where every look commits me to fresh debt, And to pay little I must borrow yet? Enough of this already, now away! With silent woods and hills untenanted Let me go commune; under thy sweet gloom, O kind maternal Darkness, hide my head: The day may come I yet may re-assume My place, and, these tired limbs recruited, seek The task for which I now am all too weak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (A) by WILLIAM BLAKE DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |