Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SWEET WEARINESS, by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: Fatigue itself may be a pleasant thing Last Line: And looked, long, long, upon the opening rose. Subject(s): Weariness; Fatigue | ||||||||
FATIGUE itself may be a pleasant thing And weariness be silken, soft and fine! Upon my eyes its little vapors shine, Trailing me softly like a colored wing! Tender as when beloved voices sing It steals upon me and with touch divine Lulls all my senses till each thought of mine Is hushed to quiet, unremembering. Oh, weariness thrice dear, so frailly spun Of ended pleasure that still shines and glows; Oh, weariness, thrice dear! What have I done To earn this delicate and deep repose? Child, thou hast worshipped at the setting sun And looked, long, long, upon the opening rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VALUE IN MOUNTAINS: 10 by KENNETH REXROTH IMPERIAL NOSTALGIAS: 4 by CESAR VALLEJO BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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