I OFTEN wonder with what blood doth beat This truant heart that all delight doth tire, These thoughts and feelings that unquenched aspire As though unending bliss for them were meet. Where is the paradise where thou hadst seat? In what King's army hast thou taken hire? Since vileness here doth flout thine eyes' desire, What beauty is thy soul's right counterfeit? Surely my sorrow for a heav'n unknown And my divine disgust spring not unsown: Vainly I grope within my heart of mud; And aye bewildered by my sobbing breast, Hearken the grief of my strange kingly guest Who veils the glory of his land and blood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE QUI S'EXCUSE S'ACCUSE by MARIANNE MOORE |