Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Wednesday Poetry: "Speak!" by William Wordsworth

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
Of absence withers what was once so fair?
Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?
Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant--
Bound to thy service with unceasing care,
The mind's least generous wish a mendicant
For naught but what thy happiness could spare.
Speak -- though this soft warm heart, once free to hold
A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine,
Be left more desolate, more dreary cold
Than a forsaken bird's-nest fill'd with snow
'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine--
Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know.


  1. I already enjoy the "Wednesday Poetry" segment on your blog. I actually found myself looking forward to it this week!


  2. @AnonymousI'm glad that you like it! It's something I've come to enjoy doing, as well. It's a shame that people find poetry so dense, but really a poem is at just the right length to add a spark of something to the day!