Ah welladay and wherefore am I here? I sit alone all day I sit & think -- I watch the sun arise, I watch it sink And feel no soul-light tho the day is clear Surely it is a folly; it is mere Madness to stand for ever on the brink Of dark despair & yet not break the link That makes me scorned who cannot be held dear. I will have done with it; I will not stand And fear on without hope & tremble thus Look for the break of day & miss it ever Although my heart be broken they shall never Say: She was glad to sojourn among us Thankful if one would take her by the hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FROM HIDDEN SOURCE by JEAN ANDERSON TO DR. PRIESTLEY. DEC. 29, 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND |