Shall it be after the long misery Of easeless pillows, and the waste of flesh In sickness, till some worn and widening mesh Frays out at last, and lets the soul go free? Or, shall some violent accident suddenly Dismiss it, or some black cloud in the brain Lower till life maddens against life amain? Where, in what land, or on what lonely sea? When, in the light of what unrisen sun? Under what fatal planet? There is none Can tell, or know aught but that it shall be: The one thing certain which all other things Have taught my being in its inmost springs To feel the sole impossibility. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO PSALM 137. 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON' by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |