Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WONDERLAND, by HARRY THURSTON PECK Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet eyes by sorrow still unwet Last Line: To wake, perhaps, in wonderland. | ||||||||
SWEET eyes by sorrow still unwet, To you the world is radiant yet, A palace-hall of splendid truth Touched by the golden haze of youth, Where hopes and joys are ever rife Amid the mystery of life; And seeking all to understand, The world to you is Wonderland. I turn and watch with unshed tears The furrowed track of ended years; I see the eager hopes that wane, The joys that die in deathless pain, The coward Faith that falsehoods shake, The souls that faint, the hearts that break, The Truth by livid lips bemoaned, The Right defiled, the Wrong enthroned, -- And, striving still to understand, The world to me is Wonderland. A little time, then by and by The puzzled thought itself shall die. When, like the throb of distant drums, The call inevitable comes To blurring brain and weary limb, And when the aching eyes grow dim, And fast the gathering shadows creep To lull the drowsy sense asleep, We two shall slumber hand in hand To wake, perhaps, in Wonderland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVOLUTION by HARRY THURSTON PECK THE OTHER ONE by HARRY THURSTON PECK DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MY FOOLISH DEEDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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