How smiles he at a generation ranked In gloomy noddings over life! They pass. Not he to feed upon a breast unthanked, Or eye a beauteous face in a cracked glass. But he can spy that little twist of brain Which moved some weighty leader of the blind Unwitting 'twas the goad of personal pain, To view in curst eclipse our Mother's mind, And show us of some rigid harridan The wretched bondmen till the end of time. O lived the Master now to paint us Man, That little twist of brain would ring a chime Of whence it came and what it caused, to start Thunders of laughter, clearing air and heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER ON THE LIFE OF MAN by WALTER RALEIGH BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |