 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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HOPE.
Cloudy heart, why whisperest thou
To the leaden wave beneath thee?
Dost thou pine from anguish now
In its sullen depths to sheathe thee?
To the leaden wave beneath thee?
Dost thou pine from anguish now
In its sullen depths to sheathe thee?
Stream, my heart and thou are like—
All too dull in cheerless weather:
Clouds will vanish; suns will strike;
And ye both shall shine together.
All too dull in cheerless weather:
Clouds will vanish; suns will strike;
And ye both shall shine together.
| Poems by James Rhoades | |