GREAT Fortune is an hungry thing, And filleth no heart anywhere. Though men with fingers menacing Point at the great house, none will dare, When Fortune knocks, to bar the door Proclaiming: "Come thou here no more!" Lo, to this man the Gods have given Great Ilion in the dust to tread And home return, emblazed of heaven; If it is writ, he too shall go Through blood for blood spilt long ago; If he too, dying for the dead, Should crown the deaths of alien years, What mortal afar off, who hears, Shall boast him Fortune's Child, and led Above the eternal tide of tears? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP by EMMA HART WILLARD SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE HUSBANDMAN by AESOP |