What tho', in bleak Northumbria's mines His better part of life hath flown, A planet's shone on him, and shines, To Fortune's darlings seldom known; And while his outer lot is grim, His soul, with light and rapture fraught, Oft will a carol trill, or hymn In deeper tones the deeper thought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN THE MENU by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |