O THOU who lovest not alone The swift success, the instant goal, But hast a lenient eye to mark The failures of th' inconstant soul, Consider not my little worth, -- The mean achievement, scamped in act, The high resolve and low result, The dream that durst not face the fact. But count the reach of my desire. Let this be something in Thy sight: -- I have not, in the slothful dark, Forgot the Vision and the Height. Neither my body nor my soul To earth's ease will yield consent. I praise Thee for my will to strive. I bless Thy goad of discontent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SHIPWRECK, SELECTION by WILLIAM FALCONER THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE LONELY STREET by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LOVE AND LIFE. A SONG by JOHN WILMOT SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |