THE difference between despair And fear, is like the one Between the instant of a wreck, And when the wreck has been. The mind is smooth, -- no motion -- Contented as the eye Upon the forehead of a Bust, That knows it cannot see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES A SOLDIER'S GRAVE by JOHN ALBEE LIFE'S LITTLE DAY by MARY BALL ARMSTRONG GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW |