Whatever I have said or sung, Some bitter notes my harp would give, Yea, tho' there often seem'd to live A contradiction on the tongue, Yet Hope had never lost her youth, She did but look through dimmer eyes; Or Love but play'd with gracious lies, Because he felt so fix'd in truth; And if the song were full of care, He breathed the spirit of the song; And if the words were sweet and strong He set his royal signet there; Abiding with me till I sail To seek thee on the mystic deeps, And this electric force, that keeps A thousand pulses dancing, fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: WOMEN'S CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE MEANING OF THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE |