When brambles vex me sore and anguish me, Then I remember those pale martyr feet That trod on burning shares and drank the heat, As it had been God's dew, with ecstasy. And when some evanescent sunset glow Renews the beauty-sting, I set my pride On that great fellowship of those who know The artist's yearning, yet are self-denied. Feast me no feasts that for the few are spread, With holy cup of brotherhood ungraced, For though I sicken at my daily bread, Bitter and black, I crave the human taste. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 93 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LONDON, 1802 (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD CLOUDS by EDUARD VON BAUERNFELD WEIRD FANTASY by IDA MAY BORNCAMP |