The good how can we trust? Only the wise are just. The good we use, The wise we cannot choose, These there are none above; The good they know & love, But are not known again By those of lesser ken. They do not charm us with their eyes, But they transfix with their advice, No partial sympathy they feel, With private woe or private weal, But with the Universe joy & sigh, Whose knowledge is their sympathy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN BLACK AND WHITE by KAREN SWENSON ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AMOR MUNDI by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |