I WATCH the happier people of the house Come in and out, and talk, and go their ways; I sit and gaze at them; I cannot rouse My heavy mind to share their busy days. I watch them glide, like skaters on a stream, Across the brilliant surface of the world. But I am underneath: they do not dream How deep below the eddying flood is whirl'd. They cannot come to me, nor I to them; But, if a mightier arm could reach and save, Should I forget the tide I had to stem? Should I, like these, ignore the abysmal wave? Yes! in the radiant air how could I know How black it is, how fast it is, below? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE GROANS OF THE TANKARD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES BUT THERE ARE WINGS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |