You tell me that the world is fair. A rose in spite of thorns. in spite Of the old Fall; and that I should not turn So to the grave, and let my spirit yearn After the quiet of the long last night. Have I then shut mine eyes against the light, Grief- deafened lest my spirit should discern? Yet how could I keep silence when I burn? And who can give me comfort? ''" Hear the right. Have patience with the weak and sick at heart: Bind up the wounded with a tender touch, Comfort the sad, tear-blinded as they go: ''" For, though I failed to choose the better part, Were it a less unutterable woe If we should come to love this world too much? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACKGROUND AND DESIGN by KAREN SWENSON ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE CHOICE OF EXIT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |