PRINCE RUPERT'S drop, paper muslin ghost, White torch—"with power to say unkind Things with kindness, and the most Irritating things in the midst of love and Tears," you invite destruction. You are like the meditative man With the perfunctory heart; its Carved cordiality ran To and fro at first like an inlaid and royal Immutable production; Then afterward "neglected to be Painful, deluding him with Loitering formality," "Doing its duty as if it did it not," Presenting an obstruction To the motive that it served. What stood Erect in you has withered. A Little "palm tree of turned wood" Informs your once spontaneous core in its Immutable production. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD THE ACID TEST by BERTON BRALEY LEEZIE LINDSAY by ROBERT BURNS DON JUAN: CANTO 11 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT, LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |