I know that He exists. Somewhere - in Silence - He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. 'Tis an instant's play. 'Tis a fond Ambush - Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But - should the play Prove piercing earnest - Should the glee - glaze - In Death's - stiff - stare - Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest - Have crawled too far! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA WENTWORTH by THOMAS CAREW ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE MATCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |