A waif on this earth,
Sick, ugly and small,
Contemned from my birth
And rejected by all,
From my lips broke
Where - oh where shall I fly?
Who comfort will bring?
Sing, - said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.
Life struck me with fright -
Full of chances and pain,
So I hugged with delight
The drudge's hard chain;
One must eat, - yet I die,
Like a bird with clipped wing,
Sing - said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.
Love cheered for a while
My morn with his ray,
But like a ripple or smile
My youth passed away.
Now near Beauty I sigh,
But fled is the spring!
Sing - said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.
All men have a task,
And to sing is my lot -
No meed from men I ask
But one kindly thought.
My vocation is high -
'Mid the glasses that ring,
Still - still comes that reply,
Chant poor little thing.
This poet died when he was 21? His life was so brief to carry such a huge talent. This poem touched me as I think it will touch many readers. It is simple- it is a plea for a little touch of glory in our lives- -it is a piece of comfort for a large heartache- my gosh, but I like this little simple heartbreaking poem.
And Toru Dutt passed away at the age of 21, in 1877
Tofu Dutt was an Indian FEMALE translator, poet, litterateur, who wrote in English. We can say, she was the founder of English writing in India.
.....a wonderful message...i wish their were more poems in this collection ★
But like a ripple or smile My youth passed away Now near beauty I sigh But fled is the spring Very lovable diction. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where - oh where shall I fly? Who comfort will bring? Sing, - said God in reply, Chant poor little thing. emotional expressions. tony