by Denis Florence MacCarthy (1817 - 1882)

Ah! my heart is weary waiting
Language: English 
  Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
    Waiting for the May --
Waiting for the pleasant rambles,
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
  With the woodbine alternating,
    Scent the dewy way.
  Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
    Waiting for the May.

  Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
    Longing for the May --
Longing to escape from study,
To the young face fair and ruddy,
  And the thousand charms belonging
    To the summer's day.
  Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
    Longing for the May.

  Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
    Sighing for the May --
Sighing for their sure returning,
When the summer beams are burning,
  Hopes and flowers that dead or dying
    All the winter lay.
  Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
    Sighing for the May.

  Ah! my heart is pained with throbbing,
    Throbbing for the May --
Throbbing for the sea-side billows,
Or the water-wooing willows;
  Where in laughing and in sobbing
    Glide the streams away.
  Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing,
    Throbbing for the May.

  Waiting sad, dejected, weary,
    Waiting for the May.
Spring goes by with wasted warnings,
Moonlit evenings, sunbright mornings;
  Summer comes, yet dark and dreary
    Life still ebbs away;
  Man is ever weary weary,
    Waiting for the May!

A. Foote sets stanzas 1, 5, 3

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This text was added to the website: 2012-04-14
Line count: 40
Word count: 204