AFTER all suffering, after all weariness and denial— The heart almost stopped, food ceasing to nourish, grief making the tongue dry, All pleasure in life ceasing, unable to rouse interest in any object or pursuit, But love—and that gone far away! After all, Nearer to thy heart, O humanity, By this of suffering we come. I know that thou canst not deny me: I know that each pain is a door by which I approach one degree nearer to thee. What sorrow is there but I have shared it? What grief but it has removed an obstruction between me and some one else? Look in my face and see. You cannot bar me now. I pass all doors, and am where I would be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY DRUM TAPS TO HEAVEN by JAMES CHURCH ALVORD A MORNING PIECE; WRITTEN IN ABSENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN MY LADY'S PRAISE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |