OUR many deeds, the thoughts that we have thought, They go out from us, thronging every hour; And in them all is folded up a power That on the earth doth move them to and fro: And mighty are the marvels they have wrought In hearts we know not, and may never know. Our actions travel and are veil'd: and yet We sometimes catch a fearful glimpse of one, When out of sight its march hath well-nigh gone An unveil'd thing which we can ne'er forget! All sins it gathers up into its course, And they do grow with it, and are its force: One day, with dizzy speed that thing shall come, Recoiling on the heart that was its home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PHILOSOPHY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS NEW YORK CITY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |