AVE, MARIA! I am tired. Maiden Mother, reach thine hand: Thou alone wilt understand What it is to be so tired. Let the virgin, sick for rest, Like a pierced and hunted deer, Find a still sweet covert here, At thy feet, O Queen of Rest. Earthly pains are hard to bear, Earthly joys as hard, in truth. Even Love hath hands uncouth When the soul no more will bear. Only thine are delicate On the spirit's broken wing. Oh! the languor of our Spring, Oh! the heavy dreams that sate! Ave, Maria! I am tired. Maiden Mother, cover me. Thou dost keep in memory What it is to be so tired. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO A MOSQUITO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MESSAGE, FR. THE FAIR MAID OF THE EXCHANGE by THOMAS HEYWOOD |