Reader placid and bucolic, Sober, guileless man of the good, Fling away this saturnine book, Orgiastic and melancholic. Unless with Satan, wily master, You have studied your rhetoric, Fling it away! You will understand none of it, Or think me hysteric. But if you are able, unenticed, To plunge your eye in the depths, Read me, that you learn to love me; Inquiring soul who suffers And goes seeking your paradise, Pity me! . . . If not, be damned! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR THE SOUL'S KEEPING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PETITION (2) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE PLASTER ON THE CHIMNEY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH CROWNED AND BURIED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |