Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE JOY OF INCOMPLETENESS, by ALBERT CROWELL First Line: If all our life were one broad glare Last Line: Life would be disenchanted. | ||||||||
If all our life were one broad glare Of sunlight clear, unclouded: If all our path were smooth and fair, By no soft gloom enshrouded; If all life's flowers were fully blown Without the sweet unfolding, And happiness were rudely thrown On hands too weak for holding -- Should we not miss the twilight hours, The gentle haze and sadness? Should we not long for storms and showers To break the constant gladness? If none were sick and none were sad, What service could we render? I think if we were always glad We scarcely could be tender. Did our beloved never need Our patient ministration, Earth would grow cold and miss indeed Its sweetest consolation: If sorrow never claimed our heart And every wish were granted Patience would die, and hope depart -- Life would be disenchanted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HEART'S COLLOQUY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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