THE WANT of you is like no other thing; It smites my soul with sudden sickening; It binds my being with a wreath of rue -- This want of you. It flashes on me with the waking sun; It creeps upon me when the day is done; It hammers at my heart the long night through -- This want of you. It sights within me with the misting skies; Oh, all the day within my heart it cries, Old as your absence, yet each moment new -- This want of you. Mad with demand and aching with despair, It leaps within my heart and you are -- where? God has forgotten, or he never knew -- This want of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL |