There is no more pathetic sort Than faces blindly seeking sport. A face to all emotions cool Except amusement's spinning pool; A face whose aimless step betrays Assembled nights and restless days; A face with selfishness so bored Its pathos grieves an unknown Lord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PERFECT WOMAN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP |