by Mary Ann Evans (1819 - 1880), as George Eliot

The world is great
Language: English 
The world is great: the birds [all]1 fly from me;
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
All out of reach: my little sister went,
     And I am lonely.

The world is great: I tried to mount the hill
Above the pines, where the light lies so still,
But it rose higher: little Lisa went,
     And I am lonely.

The world is great: the wind comes rushing by.
I wonder where it comes from; sea-birds cry
And hurt my heart: my little sister went,
     And I am lonely.

The world is great: the people laugh and talk,
And make loud holiday: how fast they walk!
I'm lame, they push me: little Lisa went,
     And I am lonely.

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 118