HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted, Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my f Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth,speeding swiftly the country roads, or through t Hours discouraged, distracted''"for the one I cannot content myself without, soon I saw him content Hours when I am forgotten, (O weeks and months are passing, but I believe I am never to forget!) Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed''"but it is useless''"I am what I am;) Hours of my torment''"I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of the like feelings? Is there even one other like me ''" distracted ''" his friend, his lover, lost to him? Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected, thinking who is lost to him? and Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless?harbor his anguish and passion? Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a name, bring the fit back upon him, taciturn and Does he see himself reflected in me? In these hours,does he see the face of his hours reflected? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD A SOUTHERN NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE WINTER-SPRING by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ASOLANDO: SPECULATIVE by ROBERT BROWNING |