I know that He exists. Somewhere - in Silence - He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. 'Tis an instant's play. 'Tis a fond Ambush - Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But - should the play Prove piercing earnest - Should the glee - glaze - In Death's - stiff - stare - Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest - Have crawled too far! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) PAST AND PRESENT by THOMAS HOOD PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT |