If I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain: Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake; Or, Lord, if too obdurate I, Choose thou, before that spirit die, A piercing pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |