To Solitude

To Solitude

To Solitude By Alice Cary

I am weary of the working,

Weary of the long day’s heat;

To thy comfortable bosom,

Wilt thou take me, spirit sweet?

Weary of the long, blind struggle

For a pathway bright and high,—

Weary of the dimly dying

Hopes that never quite all die.

Weary searching a bad cipher

For a good that must be meant;

Discontent with being weary,—

Weary with my discontent.

I am weary of the trusting

Where my trusts but torments prove;

Wilt thou keep faith with me? wilt thou

Be my true and tender love?

I am weary drifting, driving

Like a helmless bark at sea;

Kindly, comfortable spirit,

Wilt thou give thyself to me?

Give thy birds to sing me sonnets?

Give thy winds my cheeks to kiss?

And thy mossy rocks to stand for

The memorials of our bliss?

I in reverence will hold thee,

Never vexed with jealous ills,

Though thy wild and wimpling waters

Wind about a thousand hills.


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