Because you failed, because you failed, Failed without ceasing, O my friend, And the strong spat on you and railed, I love you, love you without end. The weak ways and the wandering thought Are grown divine because you fell: Friend, you have won a rest unsought, By Milton's side! you have conquered Hell, Ay, Hell of modern seasons fled With the creeds' refuse and the arts', Where unideal women wed To brute men, dowered with dying hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES GEORGE MOSES HORTON, MYSELF by GEORGE MOSES HORTON TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT QUATORZAINS: 6. A FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |