With conscious eyes not yet sincere enough To pierce the glimmered cloud that fluctuates Between me and the glorifying light That screens itself with knowledge, I discern The searching rays of wisdom that reach through The mist of shame's infirm credulity, And infinitely wonder if hard words Like mine have any message for the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LILIES: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RURAL ECONOMY (1917) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 9. A MAD MAID'S SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |