TO see the infinite pity of this place, The mangled limb, the devastated face, The innocent sufferer smiling at the rod -- A fool were tempted to deny his God. He sees, he shrinks. But if he gaze again, Lo, beauty springing from the breast of pain! He marks the sisters on the mournful shores; And even a fool is silent and adores. GUEST HOUSE, KALAWAO, MOLOKAI. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |