 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
A WEARY HEART.
Ye winds, that talk among the pines,
In pity whisper soft and low;
And from my trailing garden vines,
Bear the faint odors as ye go;
In pity whisper soft and low;
And from my trailing garden vines,
Bear the faint odors as ye go;
Take fragrance from the orchard trees,
From the meek violet in the dell;
Gather the honey that the bees
Had left you in the lily's bell;
From the meek violet in the dell;
Gather the honey that the bees
Had left you in the lily's bell;
Pass tenderly as lovers pass,
Stoop to the clover-blooms your wings,
Find out the daisies in the grass,
The sweets of all insensate things;
Stoop to the clover-blooms your wings,
Find out the daisies in the grass,
The sweets of all insensate things;
With muffled feet, o'er beds of flowers,
Go through the valley to the height,
Where frowning walls and lofty towers
Shut in a weary heart to-night;
Go through the valley to the height,
Where frowning walls and lofty towers
Shut in a weary heart to-night;
Go comfort her, who fain would give
Her wealth below, her hopes above,
For the wild freedom that ye have
To kiss the humblest flower ye love!
Her wealth below, her hopes above,
For the wild freedom that ye have
To kiss the humblest flower ye love!
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