SINCE all that I can ever do for thee Is to do nothing, this my prayer must be: That thou mayst never guess nor ever see The all-endured this nothing-done costs me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE CLEAR WEATHER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SPRING by JENNIE COPPOCK CAFFREY |