Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poems: Weariness

Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FLIGHT THE SECOND - Weariness
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Weariness O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road! O little hands! that, weak or strong, Have still to serve or rule so long, Have still so long to give or ask; I, who so much with book and pen Have toiled among my fellow-men, Am weary, thinking of your task. O little hearts! that throb and beat With such impatient, feverish heat, Such limitless and strong desires; Mine that so long has glowed and burned, With passions into ashes turned Now covers and conceals its fires. O little souls! as pure and white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine! Content of FLIGHT THE SECOND: Weariness -THE END- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poems: Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) Read previous: FLIGHT THE SECOND#Something left Undone Table of content of Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow