FOR Knowledge must make shift by narrow ways To enter, here or there; and pains abound Whose sudden visitation blunts our thought. Each man, with eye particular beholding Some corner of his momentary world, Soon, like a wisp of smoke, flits up and away. His chance experience fashions all his faith; And, driven upon that random round, each boasts The Universe laid bare! How hardly, then, Shall eye or ear perceive or the grasp of mind Reach out to wisdom! Therefore, here secluded, You'll learn what springs from mortal wits, -- not more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 7. TO REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER by MARK AKENSIDE THE LAST MAN: RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HOW THE SONG WAS MADE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE SOLDIER'S RETURN by ROBERT BURNS THE PROCESSION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |