WE shape our deeds and then are shapen by them. To some frail heart a cruel gift we bring, Turn from our acts away, and think to fly them: Ah, theirs the stronger wing! They come upon our peace with sound of weeping, They find us though we hide in clefts and caves. They are with us waking, they are with us sleeping, And rend us in our graves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SEASHORE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 4. THE TIMOROUS ADVENTURER by PHILIP AYRES BYROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |