TAKE my song and let it be Frail as foam upon the sea: Dumb with sorrow let it die, It is not more frail than I. I have seen it in my dreams Floating over sapphire streams, Like a dying swan that loud Poureth light on cliff and cloud: I have seen it soaring high Scattering music o'er the sky: But I woke with face aglow And I found it lying low, In a stony barren place, Asking comfort, with its face Pressed against the bitter dearth Of our mournful mother, Earth. When in dreams it sang again Songs of sun and wind and rain, Oft it looked on me and smiled, Flying o'er the waters wild. In the dark and noisy town Let it weary, sink and drown: If it can bestow on one Pilgrim here beneath the sun, Wanderer o'er the world's wide sea, Half the joy it gave to me, Half the gladness born of pain I shall not have sung in vain. Take my song and let it be As the foam upon the sea; Let it live and love and die, It is not more frail than I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 47 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) STANZAS, OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A RELATIVE ABROAD by BERNARD BARTON THE GOOD COUNSEL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE MAIN DRAG by BERTON BRALEY |