Song
I am lonely, dearest,
Very sad and lone!
Life is dark without thee,
And its glory gone!
O'er the shining azure
Shadows brood and swim,
Sits my soul in shadows
Desolate and dim.
Though the opening blossoms
Rain from myriad trees,
And divinest odors
Float upon the breeze —
Though the air is vocal
With the song of birds,
Vainly am I pining
For thy sweeter words.
Sadly in the gloaming
Do I sit alone,
And my heart converses
With the dear one gone!
Words of sweetest meanings
Linger still with me,
As my soul, in silence,
Goeth forth to thee!
Through the holy starlight,
Through the odorous air,
From my heart ascendeth
Still for thee its prayer!
But that heart is lonely, —
Thou art far away,
And my soul in shadow
Sitteth night and day!
- Title
- Song
- First Line
- I am lonely, dearest,
- Creator
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William Henry Burleigh
- Bibliographic Citation
- Burleigh, William Henry, and Celia Burleigh. Poems by William H. Burleigh. With a Sketch of his Life by Celia Burleigh. New York: Hurd and Houghton, 1871, 118-119.
- Date
- 1871
- Period
- Late
- Subject
- Grief
- Love
- Comments
- Not a strong poem, and the musical nature undercuts the sorrow inherent in the subject
- Related Resource
- Part of a section in the 1871 volume entitled "Songs of Love and Home." Unclear if this is an editorial addition by Celia Burleigh, or the original intent of William H. Burleigh.
- Rating
- ★★
- Media
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Song