I'm Weary - An 1858 Poem
Allezn, Milldale, O., January 19, 1858. Original.
- I'm weary of this dreary winter,
- And I long for the merry spring;
- To see the budding trees and flowers,
- And hear the wild birds sing.
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- I'm weary of these leaden clouds,
- That drift o'er-head, all day;
- And I long to see light, fleecy ones,
- In the azure space, at play.
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- I'm weary of the sullen moan
- Of the winds among the trees,
- And I long to feel upon my brow
- Bright summer's gentle breeze.
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- I'm weary of these faded leaves,
- That rustle o'er the ground,
- And I long to see the bright-eyed flowers
- By the murmuring streamlet found.
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- I'm weary of these leafless trees,
- With their branches still and bare,
- And I long, again, to see green leaves
- Dance in the summer air.
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- I'm weary of these fields so brown,
- Where not a flower is seen,
- I long to see them dressed, once more,
- In a waving robe of green.
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- O, yes! I long to see again
- Sweet spring come o'er the earth,
- And bring once more her warbling birds,
- And flowers of brilliant birth.
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- Go, the, thou gloomy winter,
- With your skies so dull and dreary;
- And leave me with a lighter heart,
- And not so sad and weary.
March 11, 1858. Perrysburg Journal 5(44): 1.