NATURE, through these generations You have nursed us with a patience Cruelly crossed by malversations, Marring mother-ministry To your multitudes, so blended By your processes, long-tended, And the painstaking expended On their chording tunefully. But this stuff of slowest moulding, In your fancy ever enfolding Life that rhythmic chime is holding: (Yes; so deem it you, Ladye -- This "concordia discors"!) -- truly, Rather, as if some imp unruly Twitched your artist-arm when newly Shaping forth your scenery! Aye. Yet seem you not to know it. Hence your world-work needs must show it Good in dream, in deed below it: (Lady, yes: so sight it we!) Thus, then, go on fondly thinking: Why should man your purblind blinking Crave to cure, when all is sinking To dissolubility. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-REJECTED by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ON LIVING, FROM LIFE IS A DREAM by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 106 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |