Poems (Victor)/Ah Me
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AH ME!
I say to my heart, "Be still!
Beat not against my breast
With all this fierce unrest;
I am ill, I am ill,—
Fainting, sinking in the fire
Of a passionate desire
That consumes my thought and will."
Beat not against my breast
With all this fierce unrest;
I am ill, I am ill,—
Fainting, sinking in the fire
Of a passionate desire
That consumes my thought and will."
I say to my soul, "In vain
You beat your restless wings
'Gainst the cruel bars of things
That imprison and restrain;
Turn your eyes away, be strong,
Captive shall you be not long,
But your prisen rent in twain."
You beat your restless wings
'Gainst the cruel bars of things
That imprison and restrain;
Turn your eyes away, be strong,
Captive shall you be not long,
But your prisen rent in twain."
That life should be, ah me!
Longing, and never joy;
Paltry pleasures that cloy,
And writhings to be free;
Faintings, cryings to the sky,
"My God, O let me die,"
When it should sweetest be.
Ah me!
Longing, and never joy;
Paltry pleasures that cloy,
And writhings to be free;
Faintings, cryings to the sky,
"My God, O let me die,"
When it should sweetest be.
Ah me!