English Poetry at the Poetry Monster. Sydney Thompson Dobell. Poem Woe Is Me.

Poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell

Woe Is Me

Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me!


Morn, the young hunter gay,
Chases the shadows gray,
Then I go forth and say,
Woe is me!


Noon! drunk with oil and wine,
Tho' not a grief is thine,
Yet shalt thou shake with mine!
Woe is me!


Eve kneeleth sad and calm,
Bearing the martyr's palm;
I shriek above her psalm,
Woe is me!


Night, hid in her black hair
From eyes she cannot dare,
Lies loud with fierce despair;
Then I sit silent where
She cries from her dark lair
Woe is me! 

Sydney Thompson Dobell

Sydney Thompson Dobell’s other poems:

1. The Captain’s Wife
2. The Gaberlunzie’s Walk
3. A Musing On A Victory
4. Dead-Maid’s-Pool
5. Bayonet Song

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