GOD said: "I will make a poet," And a soul was sent below With the singer's wings of rapture, With the sufferer's weight of woe. God laid on the eyes the poet's Awful gift of second sight, On the restless, questioning spirit, All the blackness of the night. On the body, pangs of torture, Hell's own pains and love's sharp sting; Doubt you woe must dow'r the poet? Hush, draw close and hear him sing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LILIES: 29 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE GOLDEN AGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE HEART-CRY by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON TO A LADY WHO HAD LOST A RELATIVE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |