SO zestfully canst thou sing? And all this indignity, With God's consent, on thee! Blinded ere yet a-wing By the red-hot needle thou, I stand and wonder how So zestfully thou canst sing! Resenting not such wrong, Thy grievous pain forgot, Eternal dark thy lot, Groping thy whole life long, After that stab of fire; Enjailed in pitiless wire; Resenting not such wrong! Who hath charity? This bird. Who suffereth long and is kind, Is not provoked, though blind And alive ensepulchred? Who hopeth, endureth all things? Who thinketh no evil, but sings? Who is divine? This bird. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST VILLANELLE, WITH STEVENSON'S ASSISTANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INVOCATION TO SLEEP by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (2) by ANYTE THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PRAYER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON SONNET: 186 by LUIS DE CAMOENS |