My life is such a dream as this; A blighted hope—a honeyed kiss; A somber cloud—a radiant ray; A spectral night—a gilded day. As wayward children break the heart But still within it hold their part; As pearls are born with price of pain, But precious grow as they remain, So wounds that tortured once the soul Now help complete the perfect whole. Anon we view the fitful years And find the rainbow in the tears. The sting of sorrow now is gone, The night of gloom has burst in dawn. The blighted hopes have taken wings To lift my soul to higher things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAINEER AND POET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL LINES TO A NASTURTIUM (A LOVER MUSES) by ANNE SPENCER WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN VILLANELLE, WITH STEVENSON'S ASSISTANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |