HE sang of life, serenely sweet, With, now and then, a deeper note. From some high peak, nigh yet remote, He voiced the world's absorbing beat. He sang of love when earth was young, And Love, itself, was in his lays. But ah, the world, it turned to praise A jingle in a broken tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR RECONCILIATION by WALT WHITMAN THE EAGLE OF SONG by BACCHYLIDES |