I HAVE been in the meadows all the day
And gathered there the nosegay that you see
Singing within myself as bird or bee
When such do field-work on a morn of May.
But, now I look upon my flowers, decay
Has met them in my hands more fatally
Because more warmly clasped,--and sobs are free
To come instead of songs. What do you say,
Sweet counsellors, dear friends ? that I should go
Back straightway to the fields and gather more ?
Another, sooth, may do it, but not I !
My heart is very tired, my strength is low,
My hands are full of blossoms plucked before,
Held dead within them till myself shall die.
My heart is very tired, my strength is low, My hands are full of blossoms plucked before, Held dead within them till myself shall die. Very good poem.- tony
My heart is very tired, my strength is low, My hands are full of blossoms plucked before, Held dead within them till myself shall die.....it seems everything is going to the decaying of existence step by step; where everything is in the blooming shed there are open the fade away gate....great written on the theme of Irreparableness
Sweetest Sonnet by a Great Sweet and lovely Poetess of the Victorian era!
5 great Stars fullest on Top for this amazing poem. She is one of my most favourite Classic poets.
The (short) life of this great Classic poetess is oft very sad (she cannot walk properly all her life) all she had lived out in her (greatest) poems. A very remarkable great Poetess. This poem reflects her life too. Marelous very sad poem!
Deeply poignant. Powerful lines woven to depict utter sadness. Beautifully crafted and expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An emotional poem is this. Nicely penned.