IF I hope, I pine; if I fear, I faint and die; So between hope and fear, I desperate lie, Looking for joy to heaven, whence it should come: But hope is blind; joy, deaf; and I am dumb Yet I speak and cry; but, alas, with words of woe: And joy conceives not them that murmur so. He that the ears of joy will ever pierce, Must sing glad notes, or speak in happier verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM by JOHN CLARE MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE LAURELS ARE FELLED by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE THE GRAVEYARD AT WEST POINT by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER SONG OF THE CORN by JAMES EDWIN CAMPBELL ODE TO ILLUSIONS by JESSICA JEUNE CARTER LINES ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND, IN ANSWER TO A MELANCHOLY LETTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |