IN MAY HOW were our spirits moved when first we felt Love's freightage on the lips? They heaved beneath that burden as the sea Beneath the Tyrian ships. "WHO CAN TELL HOW OFT HE OFFENDETH" Whenever humbly I begin To search my heart and own to Thee My great perversity and sin, Thou hinderest me. How can I tell what evil drifts Beneath the bench, behind the door, When, everywhere I turn, Thy gifts Fill all the floor? Miserere is not said Ere Benedictus is begun; O visit not upon my head What Thou hast done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INGENIOUS OVERSOUL by GRACE EVELYN BROWN THE WINGED MARINERS by ADA CAMBRIDGE TO WILL D'AVENANT, MY FRIEND, UPON HIS POEM, 'MADAGASCAR' by THOMAS CAREW |