OUR many deeds, the thoughts that we have thought, They go out from us, thronging every hour; And in them all is folded up a power That on the earth doth move them to and fro: And mighty are the marvels they have wrought In hearts we know not, and may never know. Our actions travel and are veil'd: and yet We sometimes catch a fearful glimpse of one, When out of sight its march hath well-nigh gone An unveil'd thing which we can ne'er forget! All sins it gathers up into its course, And they do grow with it, and are its force: One day, with dizzy speed that thing shall come, Recoiling on the heart that was its home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE TRUANTS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE HOUSE OF THE FALSE PROPHET by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WATCHING RUNNING WATER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO HIS DEAR FRIEND MR. JOHN EMELY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE TEARS OF A PAINTER by VINCENT BOURNE |