SINCE childhood have I dragged my life along The dusty purlieus and approach of Death, Hoping the years would bring me easier breath, And turn my painful sighing to a song. But, ah, the years have done me cruel wrong, For they have robbed me of that happy faith; Still in the world of men I move a wraith, Who to the shadow-world not yet belong. Too long, indeed, I linger here and take The room of others but to droop and sigh; Wherefore, O spinning sisters, for my sake, No more the little tangled knots untie; But all the skein, I do beseech you, break, And spin a stronger thread more perfectly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. SONNET: 18 by RICHARD BARNFIELD CHERRY TREE IN AUTUMN by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |