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Worn Out
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (25 July 1829 - 11 February 1862 / London / England)

Worn Out

Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.

For I am but a startled thing
Nor can I ever be
Aught save a bird whose broken wing
Must fly away from thee.

I cannot give to thee the love
I gave so long ago,
The love that turned and struck me down
Amid the blinding snow.

I can but give a failing heart
And weary eyes of pain,
A faded mouth that cannot smile
And may not laugh again.

Yet keep thine arms around me, love,
Until I fall to sleep;
Then leave me, saying no goodbye
Lest I might wake, and weep.

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I liked it, it was really good
Very Touching poem.... Can a death snatch away the eternal soul Longing to die in beloved's arm Resting head on thy breast Bidding goodbye to beloved's heart Before going on eternal sleep! ..........Loved reading it.
Very emotional. Casually I looked at poetess's time line. She had a very short life. Thirty three years! She had all the love in the world but no time or energy to give back or enjoy what was once so wonderful. May be some illness. But she sure left the legacy of this beautiful poem for us.
How does a bird with a broken wing fly away? Metaphor doesn't work.
Is a man truely in love and appreciate what he has but in as much as he would love to remain he has to leave and that truely hurt him to see himself walk away from who he love his left shall cause pain and doesnt want to lose a bit of it.
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