I'M a-weary with care, I'm a-weary with care,
Surrounded with woes that no mortal can bear;
Whil'st I gaze on the night of my ills and survey,
Not a star to direct my lorn soul on her way.
I'm shorn of my strength and the few are my years,
The winter of life on my aspect appears;
Ay, the feeling of death steals apace round my core,
Like the sea-waves around yon lone rock on the shore.
I'm A-weary
Joseph Skipsey
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Poem topics: death, life, night, sea, star, strength, winter, soul, shore, gaze, aspect, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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