I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true - Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe - The Eyes glaze once - and that is Death - Impossible to feign The Beads upon the Forehead By homely Anguish strung. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 98. AL-RASCHID by EDWIN ARNOLD |