I have experienc'd The worst, the World can wreak on me; the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer. I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, To be disrent and torn from off my Hopes That nothing now is left. Why then live on? That Hostage, which the world had in it's keeping Given by me as a Pledge that I would live, That Hope of Her, say rather, that pure Faith In her fix'd Love, which held me to keep truce With the Tyranny of Life -- is gone ah whither? What boots it to reply? -- 'tis gone! and now Well may I break this Pact, this League of Blood That ties me to myself -- and break I shall! -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG BISHOP HATTO [AND THE RATS] by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! by WALT WHITMAN THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |