WHEN I reflect how little I have done, And add to that how little I have seen, Then furthermore how little I have won Of joy, or good, how little known, or been: I long for other life more full, more keen, And yearn to change with such as well have run -- Yet reason mocks me -- nay, the soul, I ween, Granted her choice would dare to change with none; No, -- not to feel, as Blondel when his lay Pierced the strong tower, and Richard answered it -- No, -- not to do, as Eustace on the day He left fair Calais to her weeping fit -- No, -- not to be Columbus, waked from sleep When his new world rose from the charmed deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LIGHT WITH YOURS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THEY SAY - . by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 54. LOVE'S FATALITY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |