Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

May 23, 1799 - May 3, 1845


To ____. (My heart is sick with longing, though I feed)

by Thomas Hood

My heart is sick with longing, though I feed
On hope; Time goes with such a heavy pace
That neither brings nor takes from thy embrace,
As if he slept -- forgetting his old speed:
For, as in sunshine only we can read
The march of minutes on the dial's face,
So in the shadows of this lonely place
There is no love, and time is dead indeed.
But when, dear lady, I am near thy heart,
Thy smile is time, and then so swift it flies,
It seems we only meet to tear apart
With aching hands and lingering of eyes.
Alas, alas! that we must learn hours' flight
By the same light of love that makes them bright!


The Poetical Works Of Thomas Hood
Copyright 1861
Boston: Crosby, Nichols, Lee and Company

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