IN the mud and scum of things, Underneath the whole world's blot, Something, they tell us, always sings— @3Why do we hear it not?@1 In the heart of things unclean, Somewhere, in the furious fight, The face of God is plainly seen— @3What has destroyed our sight?@1 Yet have we heard enough to feel, Yet have we seen enough to know Who bound us to the awful wheel, Whose hands have brought us low. And we shall cry out till the wind Roars in their ears the thing to come— @3Yea, though they made us deaf and blind, Nothing shall keep us dumb!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 1 by ALFRED AUSTIN WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |