WE overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination (given us to bring down The choirs of singing angels overshone By God's clear glory) down our earth to rake The dismal snows instead, flake following flake, To cover all the corn; we walk upon The shadow of hills across a level thrown, And pant like climbers: near the alder brake We sigh so loud, the nightingale within Refuses to sing loud, as else she would. O brothers, let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood, The holy name of GRIEF! -- holy herein, That by the grief of ONE came all our good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES SUNSET ON THE ORANGE MOUNTAINS by ADRIAN BERKOWITZ DARTMOUTH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE LYNTON VERSES: 2 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. ROSES by THOMAS CAMPION |