So I began my walk of life; no stop Was possible; or else my will was frail; Or is it that the first stumblings entail Weakness no after strength has power to prop? The heart puts forth her boughs; and these we lop For very wantonness; until the gale Is rank with blood; then our life-portions fail And we are fain to share another's sop. At first my heart was true and my soul true, And then the outside world believed me false. Therefore my sweets grew bitter, and I thrust Life back, till it stood still and turned to must. Yet sometimes through the great stagnation calls Of spirits reach me: is it so with you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WEDDING FEAST: 4 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ASOLANDO: PROLOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING |