Some hearts go hungering thro' the world And never find the love they seek. Some lips with pride or scorn are curled To hide the pain they may not speak. The eyes may flash, the mouth may smile -- And yet beneath them all the while The hungering heart is pining still. For them does life's dull desert hold No fountain's shade, no gardens fair, Nor gush of waters clear and cold, But sandy reaches wide and bare. The foot may fail, the soul may faint, And weigh to earth the weary frame, Yet still they make no weak complaint And speak no word of grief or blame. O eager eyes, which gaze afar, O arms which clasp the empty air, Not all unmarked your sorrows are, Not all unpitied your despair. Smile, patient lips, so proudly dumb -- HAVE FAITH! Before life's tent is furled Your recompense shall come, O hearts that hunger through the world! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON THE RESOLVE by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IN MEMORIAM: W.G. WARD by ALFRED TENNYSON WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |