How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia's, India's -- Homer, Shakspere -- the long, long times, thick dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars -- Nature's pulses reap'd, All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration, All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths, All human lives, throats, wishes, brains -- all experiences' utterance; After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print -- something lacking, (Who knows? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION (1) by ROBERT HERRICK EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE SEEING HIS OWN PICTURE by PHILIP AYRES WALT WHITMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET (1) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY A TOAST, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF RODNEY'S VICTORY by ROBERT BURNS |