How most unworthy, echoing in mine ears, The verse sounds on: life, love, experience, art Fused into grief and, like a grief-filled heart Where all emotion tends and turns to tears, Broken by its own strength of passion and need; Unworthy, though the bitter waters start In these dim eyes, reviewing thought and word: The high desire, the faint accomplished deed, Unuttered love and loss, and feverish Beatings against a gate forever barred. Yet over and again I range and read The blotted page, returning leaf and leaf, And half-believe the words are what I wish, And pore upon my verse, and court my grief,-- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STIRRUP-CUP by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE by AMELIA OPIE LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |