I CANNOT choose, but marvel at the way In which we pass our lives from day to day; Learning strange lessons in the human heart; And yet, like shadows, letting them depart. Is misery so familiar, that we bring Ourselves to view it as "a usual thing?" We do too little feel each other's pain; We do too much relax the social chain That binds us to each other; slight the care There is for grief, in which we have no share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |