WHY, I could give you fact and argument, Brought from all earth -- all life -- all history; -- O'erwhelm you with sad tales, convictions strong, Till you could hate it; tell of gentle lives, Light as the lark's upon the morning cloud, Struck down at once by the keen shaft of love; Of maiden beauty, wasting all away, Like a departing vision into air; Finding no occupation for her eyes, But to bedew her couch with midnight tears, Till death upon its bosom pillow'd her; Of noble natures sour'd; rich minds obscured; High hopes turn'd blank; nay, of the kingly crown Mouldering amid the embers of the throne; -- And all by love. We paint him as a child, When he should sit, a giant on his clouds, The great, disturbing spirit of the world! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S DEPARTURE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |