Who extols a wilderness? Who hath praised indifference? Foolish one, thy words are sweet, But devoid of sense. As the man who ne'er hath seen, Or as he who cannot hear, Is the heart that hath no part In Love's hope and fear. True, the blind do not perceive The unsightly things around; True, the deaf man trembleth not At an awful sound. But the face of Heaven and Earth, And the murmur of the main, Surely are a recompense For a little pain. So, tho' Love may not be free Always from a taint of grief, If its sting is very sharp, Great is its relief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX |