THE Sun looked from his everlasting skies, He laughed into my daily-dying eyes; He said to me, the brutal shining Sun: "Poor, fretful, hot, rebellious, little one! "Thou shalt not find it, yet there shall be truth; Thou shalt grow old, but yet there shall be youth; Thou shalt not do, yet great deeds shall be done, -- Believe me, child, I am an old, old Sun! "Thou mayst go blind, yet fair will bloom the spring; Thou mayst not hear them, but the birds will sing; Thou mayst despair, no less will hope be rife; Thou must lie dead, but many will have life. "Thou mayst declare of love: it is a dream! Yet long with love, my love, the Earth will teem: Let not thy foolish heart be borne so low, -- Lift up thy heart! Exult that it is so!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 40 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH KING VICTOR EMANUEL ENTERS FLORENCE, APRIL, 1860 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO THE COUNTESS OF ANGLESEY UPON THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND by THOMAS CAREW SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 48 by BLISS CARMAN THE WIDOW'S THANKSGIVING by PHOEBE CARY THE PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS [PARLEMENT OF FOULES] by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |