
The speaker addresses sorrowful eyes that have disturbed their slumber and made them wakeful and wistful. Burdened by endless labor and loneliness, the speaker complains of the eyes’ indifference but does not dare say what they have betrayed them into.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Melancholic Poetry · 129 words
(Ojos Tristes, Ojos Tristes)
By Diego de Saldana
Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful, / Heart so full of care and cumber, / I was lapped in rest and slumber, / Ye have made me wakeful, wistful!
In this life of labor endless / Who shall comfort my distresses? / Querulous my soul and friendless / In its sorrow shuns caresses. / Ye have made me, ye have made me / Querulous of you, that care not, / Eyes so tristful, yet I dare not / Say to what ye have betrayed me.
sleeplessness · loneliness · sorrow · indifference · lyric poetry
Eyes so Tristful, Eyes so Tristful is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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