Oh, if the heavy last unuttered groan That lieth here could issue to the air, Then might God's peace descend on my despair And seal this heart as with a mighty stone. For what sin, Heaven, must I thus atone? Was it a sin to love what seemed so fair? If thou deny me hope, why give me care? I have not lived, and die alone, alone. This is not new. Many have perished so. Long years of nothing, with some days of grief, Made their sad life. Their own hand sought relief Too late to find it, impotently slow. I know, strong Fate, the trodden way I go. Joy lies behind me. Be the journey brief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SOLDIERS OF FREEDOM by KATHARINE LEE BATES OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by JOHN BEAUMONT FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE DAY AFTER THE WAR by JAMES MADISON BELL THE FINAL WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |