I HERE am I yet, another twelvemonth spent, One-third departed of the mortal span, Carrying on the child into the man, Nothing into reality. Sails rent, And rudder broken, -- reason impotent, -- Affections all unfixed; so forth I fare On the mid seas unheedingly, so dare To do and to be done by, well content. So was it from the first, so is it yet; Yea, the first kiss that by these lips was set On any human lips, methinks was sin -- Sin, cowardice, and falsehood; for the will Into a deed e'en then advanced, wherein God, unidentified, was thought-of still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN ON THE ROOF (1) by COATES KINNEY THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE THIRD CANTO, OR FULL MOON by WILLIAM BASSE GYPSY-HEART by KATHARINE LEE BATES |