How smiles he at a generation ranked In gloomy noddings over life! They pass. Not he to feed upon a breast unthanked, Or eye a beauteous face in a cracked glass. But he can spy that little twist of brain Which moved some weighty leader of the blind Unwitting 'twas the goad of personal pain, To view in curst eclipse our Mother's mind, And show us of some rigid harridan The wretched bondmen till the end of time. O lived the Master now to paint us Man, That little twist of brain would ring a chime Of whence it came and what it caused, to start Thunders of laughter, clearing air and heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN ONLY THE HEART IS HAUNTED by VERNE BRIGHT MY HEART WAS ANCE by ROBERT BURNS |