What comes Of all my grief? The Arabian grove Is cut that costly gums May float into the nostrils of great Jove. My heart resembles more a desert land: Who cuts it cuts but rock, or digs the sapless sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL SONNET: TO A CRITIC by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO MY DOG, JOWLER by JONATHAN DORR BRADLEY |