Is not thy mind a gentle mind? Is not thy heart a heart refined? Hast thou not every blameless grace, That man should love or Heaven can trace? And oh! art @3thou@1 a shrine for Sin To hold her hateful worship in? No, no, be happy -- dry that tear -- Though some thy heart hath harbour'd near May now repay its love with blame; Though man, who ought to shield thy fame, Ungenerous man, be first to wound thee; Though the whole world may freeze around thee Oh! thou'lt be like that lucid tear, Which, bright, within the crystal's sphere In liquid purity was found, Though all had grown congeal'd around; Floating in frost, it mock'd the chill, Was pure, was soft, was brilliant still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 81 by BLISS CARMAN |