HE sang of life, serenely sweet, With, now and then, a deeper note. From some high peak, nigh yet remote, He voiced the world's absorbing beat. He sang of love when earth was young, And Love, itself, was in his lays. But ah, the world, it turned to praise A jingle in a broken tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER RETRIBUTION by FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN |