DOST deem him weak that owns his strength is tried? Nay, we may safely lean on him that grieves: The pine has immemorially sighed, The enduring poplar's are the trembling leaves. To feel, and bow the head, is not to fear; To cheat with jest -- that is the coward's art: Beware the laugh that battles back the tear; He's false to all that's traitor to his heart. He of great deeds does grope amid the throng Like him whose steps toward Dagon's temple bore; There's ever something sad about the strong -- A look, a moan, like that on ocean's shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING FIFTY YEARS (1863-1913) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN |