LOVE dying set his finger on these lips, And froze them into silence. I may sing Never again the old glad way! O, bring My heart a little pleasure in eclipse! When the morn rises, when the white moon dips Seaward, or when lithe birds are on the wing, And with clear music radiant woodlands ring, And all things find relief, Let not my mouth be dumb and mine eyes blind And drowsed mine ear amid the earth's delight. Hard is this burthen of pent woe to bear, -- The dull faint soul that seeks and cannot find Life's natural joy, worn with a wordless grief, Sick with a nameless care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |