FOOL, Fool, They can hear thy frighted feet, And they poke fun at thee, Or pity thee, Or pity thee. They can hear thy steps retreat, Shuffling timidly. Thy gait is hobbling and uncouth, For stubborn is earth's clay; There was a day, There was a day, When from the doom of its own youth, Thy spirit stole away. Do they not know thy spirit's home? Thy spirit, glancing, glides Beneath all tides, Beneath all tides. It is a coral under foam; In the cool deep it hides. For lo, the yielding element Of immortality Is like the sea, Is like the sea. Do they not hear, in wonderment, The tides enfolding thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD TRAILS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN TEMPTATION by CHARLES WESLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 88. AL-MUGHNI by EDWIN ARNOLD TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD |