pain at fraud, believing in my own principle of joy, that if I would live as I imagine, each difficulty must be turned to my employ; that when I discover its use, nothing is left by which I may refuse my joy, for in my possession is the meaning, and I am of what each meaning consists, giving as its reason that myself exists. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE MUSIC OF HUNGARY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH RUSSIA by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |