Henry Alford Poems
- You And I My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear ...
- Sonnet Xci. Passion-Week 1845 Again the solemn season--and ...
- Sonnet Xvi. Recollection Of Wo...
- Sonnet Lvii. Summit Of Skiddaw...
- Sonnet Xxvii. Heu Quanto Minus...
- Sonnet Xxxix. To The Wood-Pige...
- A Hymn For Family Worship Saviour of them that trust in ...
Henry Alford (October 7, 1810 – January 12, 1871) was an English churchman, theologian, textual critic, scholar, poet, hymnodist, and writer.
Alford was a talented artist, as his picture-book, The Riviera (1870), shows, and he had abundant musical and mechanical talent. Besides editing the works of John Donne, he published several volumes of his own verse, The School of the Heart (1835), The Abbot of Muchelnaye (1841), The Greek Testament. The Four Gospels (1849), and a number of hymns, the best-known of which are "Forward! be our watchword," "Come, ye thankful people, come," and "Ten thousand times ten thousand." He translated the Odyssey, wrote a ... more »
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You And I
My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;
My ear is tired waiting for your call.
I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer;
Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all.
I droop without your full, frank sympathy;
We ought to be together - you and I;
We want each other so, to comprehend
The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought.
Companion, comforter and guide and friend,
As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought.
Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly,
We ought to be together, you and I.