Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

(25 July 1829 - 11 February 1862 / London / England)

Worn Out


Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.

For I am but a startled thing
Nor can I ever be
Aught save a bird whose broken wing
Must fly away from thee.

I cannot give to thee the love
I gave so long ago,
The love that turned and struck me down
Amid the blinding snow.

I can but give a failing heart
And weary eyes of pain,
A faded mouth that cannot smile
And may not laugh again.

Yet keep thine arms around me, love,
Until I fall to sleep;
Then leave me, saying no goodbye
Lest I might wake, and weep.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Bronze Star - 6,738 Points Geetha Jayakumar (7/21/2014 10:27:00 AM)

    Very Touching poem....
    Can a death snatch away the eternal soul
    Longing to die in beloved's arm
    Resting head on thy breast
    Bidding goodbye to beloved's heart
    Before going on eternal sleep! ..........Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,363 Points Savita Tyagi (7/21/2014 7:27:00 AM)

    Very emotional. Casually I looked at poetess's time line. She had a very short life. Thirty three years! She had all the love in the world but no time or energy to give back or enjoy what was once so wonderful. May be some illness. But she sure left the legacy of this beautiful poem for us. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ndimele.g. Ancientsword (7/21/2013 9:18:00 PM)

    Is a man truely in love and appreciate what he has but in as much as he would love to remain he has to leave and that truely hurt him to see himself walk away from who he love his left shall cause pain and doesnt want to lose a bit of it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 459 Points Ramesh T A (7/21/2012 2:55:00 AM)

    Comfort at a tragic moment in life is rare to find! Surely the enjoyer of comfort depicted in the poem is a lucky person though he has nothing to give in return! Love is precious to lose in life more than anything else...! He has love that will bring him all he lost sooner or later in life...! (Report) Reply

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