ALAS! and must this be the fate That all too often will await The gifted hand, which shall awake The poet's lute? and, for its sake, All but its own sweet self resign, Thou loved lute, to be only thine! For what is genius, but deep feeling, Wakening to glorious revealing? And what is feeling, but to be Alive to every misery? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MY ANGUISH by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: PROGNE'S DREAM by JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 24. AR-RAFI by EDWIN ARNOLD |