LEAVE not a veil before my eyes, Tear from my mind the shield of lies, And from my soul the web of sophistries; Yea, though I stricken, shirk and flee, God, give me eyes to see. Send me no song so honey-sweet That I forget the harsher beat Of life, the pulsing discords of the street, Smite me with sorrow as a spear— But give me ears to hear. Grant me the will to pay for light, For vision overtopping sight, And dreams that are not of the passing night; Yield, at what price Thou shalt demand, A heart to understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND |