Owen Suffolk

(Born: 1829 / Australia)

Untitled 6 - Poem by Owen Suffolk

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I am so lonely,
I am so sad,
Speak one word only
To make my heart glad,
Pass not in silence,
For silence is scorn,
I am so wretched,
Unloved, and forlorn.


In darkness sorrow
I think through the night
That each coming morrow
Brings thee to my sight
As a star sent to brighten
My gloom with a beam;
And I fall asleep ever
With these for a dream.

I know it is madness
Thus fondly for me
To cheat my life's sadness
With dreaming of thee.
Our paths through life's journey
Run widely apart,
And thou can'st be only
A dream in my heart.

Then speak in thy kindness
One word to my woe,
Its music shall haunt me
Through life as I go.
I am so lonely,
I am so sad,
One kind word only
To make my heart glad.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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