UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise On one another, as they strike athwart Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part Of chief musician. What hast thou to do With looking from the lattice-lights at me, A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree? The chrism is on thine head, -- on mine, the dew, -- And Death must dig the level where these agree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VANISHERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO KEEP THE PEACE by DANIEL GARNETT BICKERS HYMN WRITTEN IN DESPONDENCY by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER THE LONG TRUCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |