On him bestow
The peace and solace I have never had.
O Eyes that weep and weep unsatisfied,
That shed such floods, yet never find relief,
O stem your tide
Lest you should drown the world in seas of grief.
She need not have one anxious doubt of me,
She need not fear my further wanderings—
How can I flee?
How can a bird escape, deprived of wings?