BATTLE and fog and dream, Bounded by birth and death; Pattern of gloom and gleam Woven of cloud and breath. Haply the Gods are wise, -- Blind are we mortal folk; Vision is more than eyes, Daily our hearts are broke. But oh, while we feel the sun And still love lures our feet, Blithely the way we run And the ancient chance is sweet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FOUNTAIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848, CONTINUED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |