SO zestfully canst thou sing? And all this indignity, With God's consent, on thee! Blinded ere yet a-wing By the red-hot needle thou, I stand and wonder how So zestfully thou canst sing! Resenting not such wrong, Thy grievous pain forgot, Eternal dark thy lot, Groping thy whole life long, After that stab of fire; Enjailed in pitiless wire; Resenting not such wrong! Who hath charity? This bird. Who suffereth long and is kind, Is not provoked, though blind And alive ensepulchred? Who hopeth, endureth all things? Who thinketh no evil, but sings? Who is divine? This bird. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WRITTEN IN NORTHAMPTON COUNTY ASYLUM by JOHN CLARE JABBERWOCKY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS |