To me the groaning of world-worshippers Rings like a lonely music played in hell By one with art enough to cleave the walls Of heaven with his cadence, but without The wisdom or the will to comprehend The strangeness of his own perversity, And all without the courage to deny The profit and the pride of his defeat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORADO MORTON'S RIDE by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI |