Yes, I have lied, and so must walk my way, Bearing the liar's curse upon my head; Letting my weak and sickly heart be fed On food which does the present craving stay, But may be clean-denied me e'en to-day, And tho' 'twere certain, yet were ought but bread; Letting -- for so they say, it seems, I said, And I am all too weak to disobey! Therefore for me sweet Nature's scenes reveal not Their charm; sweet Music greets me and I feel not Sweet eyes pass off me uninspired; yea, more, The golden tide of opportunity Flows wafting-in friendships and better, -- I Unseeing, listless, pace along the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS THE GOLDEN YEAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN |