William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

The Forsaken

Poem by William Wordsworth

The peace which other seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longet last;
Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind
An amnesty for what is past;
When will my sentence be reversed?
I only pray to know the worst;
And wish as if my heart would burst.

O weary struggle! silent year
Tell seemingly no doubtful tale;
And yet they leave it short, and fear
And hopes are strong and will prevail.
My calmest faith escapes not pain;
And, feeling that the hope in vain,
I think that he will come again.

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  • Emmanuel OchaiEmmanuel Ochai (10/30/2016 3:03:00 PM)

    I love this. William has always been my man.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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