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Worn Out

Siddall, Elizabeth
1Thy strong arms are around me, love
2    My head is on thy breast;
3Low words of comfort come from thee
4    Yet my soul has no rest.
5For I am but a startled thing
6    Nor can I ever be
7Aught save a bird whose broken wing
8    Must fly away from thee.
9I cannot give to thee the love
10    I gave so long ago,
11The love that turned and struck me down
12    Amid the blinding snow.
13I can but give a failing heart
14    And weary eyes of pain,
15A faded mouth that cannot smile
16    And may not laugh again.
17Yet keep thine arms around me, love,
18    Until I fall to sleep;
19Then leave me, saying no goodbye
20    Lest I might wake, and weep.

Notes

4] Yet: not in 1899. Back to Line
13] failing: `sinking' (1899). Back to Line
18] fall: `drop' (1899). Back to Line
20] wake: `fall" (1899). Back to Line