Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. . It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 1. THE BALLAD-SINGER by THOMAS HARDY NIGHT by AUGUSTA COOPER BRISTOL THE PINES by MARY HOPE CABANISS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |