MY heart is yearning: Behold my yearning heart, And lean low to satisfy Its lonely beseeching cry, For Thou its fulness art. Turn, as once turning Thou didst behold Thy Saint In deadly extremity; Didst look, and win back to Thee His will frighted and faint. Kindle my burning From Thine unkindled Fire; Fill me with gifts and with grace That I may behold Thy Face, For Thee I desire. My heart is yearning, Yearning and thrilling thro' For Thy Love mine own of old, For Thy Love unknown, untold, Ever old, ever new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS CAVALIER by ROBERT HERRICK MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN |