PRINCE RUPERT'S drop, paper muslin ghost, White torch—"with power to say unkind Things with kindness, and the most Irritating things in the midst of love and Tears," you invite destruction. You are like the meditative man With the perfunctory heart; its Carved cordiality ran To and fro at first like an inlaid and royal Immutable production; Then afterward "neglected to be Painful, deluding him with Loitering formality," "Doing its duty as if it did it not," Presenting an obstruction To the motive that it served. What stood Erect in you has withered. A Little "palm tree of turned wood" Informs your once spontaneous core in its Immutable production. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE TARRY BUCCANEER by JOHN MASEFIELD VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON TO THE MOON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE MANX WITCH; A STORY OF THE LAXDALE MINES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |