Poems / Eloise A. Bibb [electronic text]

CATHARINE OF ARRAGON.

So tired! so weary—The race—has been long,And the paths have been rugged,The winds have been strong,—And the heart it has weakened,In tempests so strong.

Soul, thou art sickWith the fever of strife,Of delusions of hopeThat will poison a life,Of a world that is foulWith the passions of life;

Of a world that is false,Souls that are vain,Of men with a conscienceWho live to give pain,Of words from the fair that hideVials of pain.

Of minds that are blackenedWith crime and with sinning,That seek to ensnare.I am tired of the spinning

Of these;—yes, so terriblyTired of their spinning.

So tired! so weary—Of men and of things,Of the woes of a life-time,That time ever brings;Of the cares and the sorrowsThat life ever brings!