PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand So many days that I have grown to trace The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face, And all its veiled depths to understand. Not beautiful is she to eyes profane; Silent and unrevealed her holy charms; But, like a mother's, her serene, strong arms Uphold my footsteps on the path of pain. I long to cry, -- her soft voice whispers, "Nay!" I seek to fly, but she restrains my feet; In wisdom stern, yet in compassion sweet, She guides my helpless wanderings, day by day. O my Beloved, life's golden visions fade, And one by one life's phantom joys depart; They leave a sudden darkness in the heart, And patience fills their empty place instead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING SONG OF THE THOUGHTFUL CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |