GOD, we don't like to complain We know that the mine is no lark— But—there's the pools from the rain; But—there's the cold and the dark. God, You don't know what it is— You, in Your well-lighted sky, Watching the meteors whizz; Warm, with the sun always by. God, if You had but the moon Stuck in Your cap for a lamp, Even You'd tire of it soon, Down in the dark and the damp. Nothing but blackness above, And nothing that moves but the cars— God, if You wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 7. AL-MAUMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD |