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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Sonnets of Sorrow. 17. I who have sung so loud of God's great power I who have sung so loud of God's great power, I who have loved Him with unswerving love, Cry vainly now, hour after torturing hour, And no response comes from those planes above. I deemed myself a joyous instrument Finite in form but infinite in scope; In life's grand orchestra my tones were blent Ever in strains of gratitude and hope. Now as a harp all broken and unstrung Of which the Heavenly Players have grown weary And carelessly upon the highway flung Where vagrant winds may sing a miserere, I lie with all the music in my dumb, . . . Oh, great Repairer and Attuner, come! Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1333 |
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