O the words in my tongue That never get out! O the praises unsung, And the cowardly doubt! O the hissings of spite, And the moans of despair, Secrets shouts of delight, Secret whispers of prayer! What need has Thine ear Of tongue-twisted word? Unborn sounds Thou dost hear Altogether, O Lord! As the words from my tongue On the pulsating air Widen out, ever young, Ever heard, everywhere, So these words in my tongue -- To my doom or reward -- Aye are uttered and sung In the heart of my Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 64 by PHILIP SIDNEY CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER PANEGYRIC by ABU BAKR MUHUMMAD A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER |