This desperate sorrow is now so shared of all, That should we speak its name, enumerate Its various parts, the blinding words would fall As something hardly worth the pain to state. Most deftly repetition dulls the shock Of brute event and stills the anguished tongue; How shall we question God and cry and knock Our foreheads on the ground, a million strong? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R.B. SHERIDAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 1 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN |