My life is such a dream as this; A blighted hope—a honeyed kiss; A somber cloud—a radiant ray; A spectral night—a gilded day. As wayward children break the heart But still within it hold their part; As pearls are born with price of pain, But precious grow as they remain, So wounds that tortured once the soul Now help complete the perfect whole. Anon we view the fitful years And find the rainbow in the tears. The sting of sorrow now is gone, The night of gloom has burst in dawn. The blighted hopes have taken wings To lift my soul to higher things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE THE MAID OF ARC; FOR M. S. M. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |