AFTER all suffering, after all weariness and denial— The heart almost stopped, food ceasing to nourish, grief making the tongue dry, All pleasure in life ceasing, unable to rouse interest in any object or pursuit, But love—and that gone far away! After all, Nearer to thy heart, O humanity, By this of suffering we come. I know that thou canst not deny me: I know that each pain is a door by which I approach one degree nearer to thee. What sorrow is there but I have shared it? What grief but it has removed an obstruction between me and some one else? Look in my face and see. You cannot bar me now. I pass all doors, and am where I would be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CHARADES: 2 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY RED AND WHITE ROSES by THOMAS CAREW SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 32 by BLISS CARMAN SONGS IN ABSENCE: 4 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |