I know your kindness for me, O, my friends, I know the patient love wherewith ye bear My endless faults; I know your ceaseless care, Your charitable aims and christian ends; I know how many times ye've dragged me back From the wild-leaping sea, whose godless foam Would bear me far from the accustomed home, Smooth-footed fields and pleasant pasture-track; I know how close ye've shut life's shutters down, Lest I should join the moon's death-revelry; How ye have driven the fairies far away, Lest their white limbs should hide the heavenly crown. And yet I curse ye on this mountain free, By all the wind and stars of night and day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACK OF STEADFASTNESS; BALLAD by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER MOONLIGHT by SERENA COBIA BAILEY TO A SPIRIT (1) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CASTLE GORDON (2) by ROBERT BURNS YESTERDAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. O JOY DIVINE OF FRIENDS by EDWARD CARPENTER |