The older ones that know me best, And hear and weigh and see, Finding I somewhat bear the test, Somewhat believe in me. But oh, dear loyal little heart, Though others hold aloof, How sure of me thou always art Without a single proof! And now no reason's cool control So wins me to be true As this unthinking little soul That trusts me through and through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW ON THE PASSING OF THE LAST FIRE HORSE FROM MANHATTAN ISLAND by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD CHORUS FROM A TRAGEDY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) BEATRICE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE EVENING by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |