I AM weary, and very lonely, And can but thinkthink. If there were some water only That a spirit might drinkdrink, And arise, With light in the eyes And a crown of hope on the brow, To walk abroad in the strength of gladness, Not sit in the house, benumbed with sadness As now! But, Lord, thy child will be sad As sad as it pleases thee; Will sit, not seeking to be glad, Till thou bid sadness flee, And, drawing near, With thy good cheer Awake thy life in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEEPER THOUGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 2. TO SLEEP by MARK AKENSIDE THE JUDGMENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES |