O HEART, what means your plaint to-day, The skies are fair to see, Can tints of blue and opaline Give aught of pain to thee? The world is kind and friends are true, A halcyon life is thine, Encased within a loyal breast O heart, why thus repine? No hunger gnaws—no carking care— Nor trouble doth annoy, And yet the blissful present holds No satisfying joy. The warm south wind is blowing, heart, The rarest flowers bloom. And yet no glow illumes within Where bides a prescient gloom. No more an alleluia sounds, You breathe a minor strain; O heart, what means your plaint to-day? Your mute appeal is vain. Your voiceless agony I feel, O heart, be still, beat low, I fear—I know not what I fear— Some great impending woe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO THE MEN OF KENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |