SWEET is life's crown of quiet; sweet is age, With tranquil days, unmarred by joy or dole, Void of desire, save that with just control I may administer Christ's heritage: Long since he heard my vow, the heartless gage Not spurning; took my tear-stained, love-writ scroll, And words of strength and healing for the soul Wrote with his own heart's blood across the page. Passion is all forgotten, pain is fled: Yet oft, 'mid idle phantoms of the mind, Returns my earlier Self, with scornful eyes, Saying -- "Thou deemest age hath made thee wise, And knowest not that thou art deaf, and blind, And palsied. Live in peace; for I am dead." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRAYER FOR A DREAM by JOHN C. ADLER IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT REQUIESCIT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ASOLANDO: THE CARDINAL AND THE DOG by ROBERT BROWNING |