Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: TO THE BELOVED" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Beloved, when the tides of life run low / As sobbing echoes of a dead refrain, / And I may sit and watch the silent rain / And muse upon the fulness of my woe, / Then is my burden lighter, for I know / The roses of my heart shall bloom again / The fairer for this plenitude of pain, / And Summer shall forget the chilly snow.
But when life calls me to its revels gay / And I must face the world's wide-gazing eyes / Nor find sweet rest by night or peace by day, / E'en seems your love, where I would turn for aid, / As distant as the blue in sunny skies; / Then am I very lonely and afraid.