Be still, O hunger of heart, and let pity speak: Her soul is a wandering bird, and its wings are weak, Her heart is a little flame, it pants at a sigh: O blind and pitiless heart, it is love going by. If I had only pity, and a little rest, Peace as a rose would blossom again in my breast; If I had only patience, and let love free, As a bird to its nest, my love would come to me. But I have neither patience nor pity at all, And I hold her heart in my hand, and I let it fall; I hold the joy of my life in my heart, and I seem As one who walks and lament in a mournful dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WOULD NOT LIFT THY VEIL by A. LOUISE ASHWORTH MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 1. ASHES TO ASHES by BERTON BRALEY BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING LUCIETTA. A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |