I bring my weariness to thee,
My bitter dreams I bring;
Love with a wounded wing,
And life consumed of memory
I bring to thee.
The haven of thy happy breast-
Of this my dreams are fain:
For all my weary pain
In all the world there is no rest
But on thy breast.
Song (i)
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: happy, life, memory, pain, world, wing, bitter, love, I love you, bring, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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