SHE whom I loved, not human in degree, And so I deemed unchanging, is no more Worthy my trust, nor shall a thought restore This wistful heart its love; and Time shall see No mystic midnight draw her back to me, With whom my lovely sojournings are o'er! Nay, of the very light she loves to pour Warm on the world, my spirit would be free! For once, when she the whole day long had smiled, Tuning her murmurous insect strings, my ear Caught the swift sob of human anguish wild; When I besought her aid, and drew her near, Lo, she I dreamed omnipotent stood there Blind, deaf, and dumb, beside a moaning child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS |