Though to the vilest things beneath the moon For poor Ease' sake I give away my heart, And for the moment's sympathy let part My sight and sense of truth, Thy precious boon My painful earnings, lost, all lost, as soon, Almost, as gained; and though aside I start Belie Thee daily, hourly, -- still Thou art, Art surely as in heaven the sun at noon; How much so e'er I sin, whate'er I do Of evil, still the sky above is blue, The stars look down in beauty as before: It is enough to walk as best we may, To walk, and, sighing, dream of that blest day When ill we cannot quell shall be no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTHNIGHT: TO F by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE PLUTARCH by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS HE WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE OR TO BLAME HER by RUPERT BROOKE |