OUTSIDE your heart the lonely way Is dark and cold, There is no light nor guiding ray, From any fold. Through all the black encircling air And blinding rain, I stretch my hands, in my despair, For help in vain. The wind blows downward from the hills In fierce unrest, And bears me wheresoe'er it wills, Upon its breast. Oh let your heart be opened wide, For pity's sake, And bid me come again inside, Where mine may break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON BEN JONSON [JOHNSON] by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO HER OWN OLD AGE by ALICE MEYNELL THE WILD GEESE by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY THE PROPHECY OF ST. ORAN by MATHILDE BLIND THE COVERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |