Sorrow and Pain have their love-sanction'd part In the great scheme of universal good— Without them how refine the human heart, Too soon elated unless these withstood? So lightly do we flit from mood to mood, We seldom see the heart-break of the thing Until the Angel, Pity, droops her wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |