Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too Shiver now, 'tis nothing new. More than I, if truth were told, Have stood and sweated hot and cold, And through their reins in ice and fire Fear contended with desire. Agued once like me were they, But I like them shall win my way Lastly to the bed of mould Where there's neither heat nor cold. But from my grave across my brow Plays no wind of healing now, And fire and ice within me fight Beneath the suffocating night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CESAR FRANCK by JOSEPH AUSLANDER VILLANELLE by JOACHIM DU BELLAY STEEL OR GOLD?; THE QUESTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE SOUL-PATH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE UP TO ME by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |