Do you know -- I don't -- what the trouble is? It starts somewhere at the bottom and works its way to the top. It spreads around in a circle until it comes to a stop, and then it bores through the surface and digs straight down through the ground and what has been left standing topples without a sound. Do you know -- I don't -- what the trouble is? For nothing is left of the matter and no one can find out the cause. It makes for some very sad chatter and a very long pause. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE OLNEY HYMNS: 49. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING by WILLIAM COWPER DIRGE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AFFINITES: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 26 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |