When first I ended, then I first began, The more I travell'd, further from my rest, Where most I lost, there most of all I wan, Pined with hunger rising from a feast. Methinks I fly, yet want I legs to go, Wise in conceit, in act a very sot, Ravish'd with joy amid a hell of woe; What most I seem, that surest am I not. I build my hopes a world above the sky, Yet with the mole I creep into the earth; In plenty I am starv'd with penury, And yet I surfeit in the greatest dearth. I have, I want, despair and yet desire, Burn'd in a sea of ice and drown'd amidst a fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO WIVES by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS BILLY IN THE DARBIES, FR. BILLY BUDD by HERMAN MELVILLE ASPECTA MEDUSA by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON A CHILD'S GRAVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |