The wary brain, prone to reiterate With irksome zeal its skeptic prophecies, For this love has foretold no swift disease, Has lost its glibness to enumerate Such natural agencies as postulate An early blight on fragile ecstasies, And lays aside the weapons shaped to tease The heart grown witless and importunate. Nor is it baffling that the cynic brain Should now adopt the fond heart's guilelessness, Doubt overthrown and faith grown strong instead, Since it has asked and has not asked in vain A wine no vintner sells, and sees no less The heart sustained, the spirit comforted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN |