Sick Poems

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1. Open Windows

   by Sara Teasdale

   
   

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   Out of the window a sea of green trees
   Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer,
   They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!"
   But I cannot answer.
   

   I am alone with Weakness and Pain,
   Sick abed and June is going,
   I cannot keep her, she hurries by
   With the silver-green of her garments blowing.
   

   Men and women pass in the street
   Glad of the shining sapphire weather,
   But we know more of it than they,
   Pain and I together.
   

   They are the runners in the sun,
   Breathless and blinded by the race,
   But we are watchers in the shade
   Who speak with Wonder face to face.
   

2. The Passing June

   by Jessie Belle Rittenhouse

   
   

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   I am shut in as June goes by,
   And can but see one little tree
   Tossing its new leaves to the sky
   With the old ecstasy.
   

   And of the sky itself I see
   Only a curving arc of blue,
   That brings the larkspur dawn to me
   And holds the evening true.
   

   I am shut in as June goes by,
   But every day you come to me,
   And I am glad to lose the sky
   And every dancing tree.
   

3. On a Restoration from Sickness

   by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

   
   

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   In condescension, may the balm
   Of Gilead now appear,
   With strength'ning cords the mind to calm,
   And thus dispel all fear.
   

   Far belter light than sun-shine give,
   May we by seeking find;
   A sick-bed teaches us He lives,
   When we're to prayer inclin'd.
   

   Grateful to God and friends most kind,
   May we be ever found;
   Establish d faith adorn the mind,
   And every grace abound.
   

   Let harmony and love adorn
   Our few and fleeting days,
   And fit us for that glorious morn,
   When Christ himself arrays.
   

   When troubles rise, let us resort
   To the Physician, God,
   And hope and trust He'll bring to nought
   Obstructions in the road.
   

   Your sympathy for me bestow'd
   I yet remember well;
   And how my heart within me glow'd,
   When written accents fell.
   

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