NOT yet 'complete,' old Friend, not yet! What Imp of the Perverse could set That fateful epithet before A reader who must wish for more! 'Complete,' in truth, each piece may be Seen in its several symmetry; Complete as are the stones that gem The rondure of the diadem. But who of men shall so forecast His latest as to call it last? Or, if he make an end, be sure 'Tis not profanely premature? None. For while yet we breathe and speak, The Unachieved is still to seek; Nor may the quest relax while Hope Still hides in every horoscope! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD by MATTHEW ARNOLD BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON |