MURMUR not and say thou art in fetters holden, Murmur not that thou earth's heavy yoke must bear. Say not that a prison is this world so golden— 'Tis thy murmurs only set its harsh walls there. Question not how shall this riddle find its reading; It will solve itself full soon without thine aid. Say not love hath turned his back, and left thee bleeding— Whom hath love deserted, hast thou heard it said? If death tries to fright thee, fear not beyond measure; He will flee from those who boldly face his frown. Hunt not thou the fleeting deer of worldly pleasure— Lion it will turn, and hunt the hunter down. Chain thyself no longer, heart, to any treasure; Then thou shalt not say thou art into fetters thrown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 24 by JAMES JOYCE YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |