Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SING A SONG, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: I am ill, not in body, but spirit Last Line: I will be a well man by to-morrow. Subject(s): Healing; Love; Cures | ||||||||
I AM ill, not in body, but spirit, Wilt thou, Love, sing a soft melody? For my soul is all eager to hear it, Sing a song of the winds and the sea; Sweet music was meant for the night-time As balm to the heart that is weary; Sing a little love-song with a light rhyme And the world will no longer be dreary. I am ill with the fever of living, Not in body, but sick in my soul; Sing a short, tender song of thanksgiving To the Father who knoweth the goal; For thou mayest, Love, be a physician Who will bring a surcease to my sorrow Sweet music is such a magician, I will be a well man by to-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE VOLUME MISSING by RITA DOVE READING HOLDERLIN ON THE PATIO WITH THE AID OF A DICTIONARY by RITA DOVE BANGLA DESH: 2. THE BLOOD IN MY EYES by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ VACATION: CALIFORNIA COAST by ALBERT GOLDBARTH FOR MY DAUGHTER by DAVID IGNATOW FOR MY MOTHER ILL by DAVID IGNATOW WITH THE DOOR OPEN by DAVID IGNATOW NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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