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Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell · Chapter 56Appeal
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Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe; My life is very lonely My days pass heavily, I'm weary of repining; Wilt thou not come to me? Oh, didst thou know my longings For thee, from day to day, My hopes, so often blighted, Thou wouldst not thus delay!