Mute oracle of meek humanity, Save to its sense of blindness wholly blind, That drifting wide in misery, to find Some beacon o'er the night-encumbered sea, Steered in pathetic ignorance to thee; What sighs, what tears -- of agony confined Within the sunless prison of the mind, Walled up of doubt and locked in mystery, Couldst thou, if thought were voluble, reveal Of panting love and hopes all winged to rise But netted of bewilderment, and worn To thin despair, deep-shuddering to feel No warmth below, above, no sympathies, No rest but in oblivion forlorn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE PEACE OF COLLEGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE AN INVOCATION by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |