I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel: For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold, But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LOVE'S LIKENINGS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SIC VITA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE QUIET WAYS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT I SHALL FASHION SONGS by LOIS R. CARPENTER THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SECOND NUN'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE HYMNARY: 320. WHITSUNTIDE by CHARLES COFFIN OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 3 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. EPISTLE TO SIR CLIFFORD CLIFTON, THEN SITTING IN PARLIAMENT by CHARLES COTTON |