Let me not know how sins and sorrows glide Along the sombre city of our rage, Or why the sons of men are heavy-eyed. Let me not know, except from printed page, The pain of bitter love, of baffled pride, Or sickness shadowing with a long presage. Let me not know, since happy some have died Quickly in youth or quietly in age, How faint, how loud the bravest hearts have cried. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OUR COUNTRY'S CALL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |