I KNEAD and I spin, but my life is low the while, Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile, Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all, Why from me that's young should the wild tears fall? The shower-stricken earth, the earth-colored streams, They breathe on me awake, and moan to me in dreams, And yonder ivy fondling the broke castle-wall, It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall. The cabin-door looks down a furze-lighted hill, And far as Leighlin Cross the fields are green and still; But once I hear the blackbird in Leighlin hedges call, The foolishness is on me, and the wild tears fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER THE IVORY GATE: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 37. NOLI AEMULARI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |