O BEAR it, bear it, lonely heart, As men have borne before; A little while alive thou art, And then shalt ache no more. Behold I bear it as I may, Mine eyes refuse me tears, I suffer in a single day The misery of years. Down the deep vale, as one who dreamed, Thro' the dim dusk I ran; And strangely to myself I seemed A God-forsaken man. No human voice the valley knows, No trump that calls the kine, But thunder of the sliding snows And silence of the pine. So many vows, so many sighs, So great delight forgot! O answer, sweet accustomed eyes, -- Alas, they answered not. O friend who hearest, hast thou known The death that love can die? And hast thou once been not alone, And then alone as I? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE HOLIDAY AT HAMPTON COURT by JOHN DAVIDSON BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR |