Instead of tears my eyes have stones In them; tears can become as hard. I have had tears enough and groans Enough -- a wounded animal moans A little, then is on his guard. Now I can think of you without Love, without hate; I can think Steadily about such things; about Things like stones that leave no doubt -- Dark earth, and water cool to drink. I am like a child to whom Accustomed curves and edges mean What to an invalid his room, And the sweet regulated gloom, And the implicit soft routine. These reassure and satisfy Heart and brain and hand and slow Rovings of the anxious eye. . . . I think, if you should pass me by, I should not know, I should not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE EVENING STAR by WILLIAM BLAKE HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |