I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
With witness I speak this. But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! away.
I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decrees
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves, but worse.
I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Poem topics: away, dark, feel, god, heart, life, light, lost, night, deep, spirit, speak, bitter, black, delay, Valentine's Day, taste, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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