Fool, do not beat the air With miserable hands -- The wrong is done, the seed is sown, The evil stands. Your duty is to draw Out of the web of wrong, Out of ill-woven deeds, A thread of song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNOW-SHOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 77. SOUL'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ENOCH ARDEN by ALFRED TENNYSON |