I'm covered with countless contusions, I'm bruised and I'm battered and hurt Where facts have bumped into illusions And knocked me about in the dirt. Yet, spite of these countless collisions In which, to the Realist's view, The facts get the best of the visions, I go on believing them true. I've suffered a deal of deceiving, I've had my faith often betrayed, And yet I will go on believing, My faith remains still unafraid. And though I seem blind and mistaken To those whom realities rule, I hold to my visions unshaken— I'll go right on being a fool! By cold heavy fact I am battered, By ugly, material things, But somehow my soul is unshattered, My spirit still flies upon wings. Though life and its wounds set me grieving And put my illusions to flight I still shall go right on believing And know in my heart I am right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 7. THE SILENCE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY WALT WHITMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WEDNESDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 14. RING-DOVE SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |