Oh, I am very weary, <br />Though tears no longer flow; <br />My eyes are tires of weeping, <br />My heart is sick of woe; <br /> <br />My life is very lonely, <br />My days pass heavily, <br />I'm wearing of repining, <br />Wilt thou not come to me? <br /> <br />Oh, didst thou know my longings <br />For thee, from day to day, <br />My hopes, so often blighted, <br />Thou wouldst not thus delay!<br /><br />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appeal/
