I CANNOT choose, but marvel at the way In which we pass our lives from day to day; Learning strange lessons in the human heart; And yet, like shadows, letting them depart. Is misery so familiar, that we bring Ourselves to view it as "a usual thing?" We do too little feel each other's pain; We do too much relax the social chain That binds us to each other; slight the care There is for grief, in which we have no share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL STRANGE MEETING by WILFRED OWEN THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |