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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WOULD GOD IT WERE MORNING, by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS Poet's Biography
First Line: My god, how many times ere I be dead
Last Line: And blank appalling solitude of rain.
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Morning
First Line: My god, how many times ere I be dead
Last Line: And blank appalling solitude of rain.
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Morning
MY God, how many times ere I be dead
Must I the bitterness of dying know?
How often like a corpse upon my bed
Compose me and surrender me and so
Thro' hateful hours and ill-remembered
Between the twilight and the twilight go
By visions bodiless obscurely led
Thro' many a wild enormity of woe?
And yet I know not but that this is worst
When with that light, the feeble and the first,
I start and gaze into the world again,
And gazing find it as of old accurst
And grey and blinded with the stormy burst
And blank appalling solitude of rain.
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