Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tires of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe;
My life is very lonely,
My days pass heavily,
I'm wearing of repining,
Wilt thou not come to me?
Oh, didst thou know my longings
For thee, from day to day,
My hopes, so often blighted,
Thou wouldst not thus delay!
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Comments1WOW, THIS POEM REALLY TUGGED AT MY HEARTSTRINGS! IT CAPTURES THE FEELING OF LONELINESS AND DESPERATION SO WELL. I CAN DEFINITELY RELATE TO THE EMOTIONS EXPRESSED HERE, AND I'M SURE MANY OTHERS CAN TOO. I LOVE HOW THE POET CONVEYS SUCH A POWERFUL MESSAGE IN JUST A FEW LINES. GREAT READ, REALLY TOUCHING!