WHEN I go back to earth And all my joyous body Puts off the red and white That once had been so proud, If men should pass above With false and feeble pity, My dust will find a voice To answer them aloud: "Be still, I am content, Take back your poor compassion, Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy; Lithe as a bending reed Loving the storm that sways her-- I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON OUR COUNTRY by JULIA WARD HOWE LALLA ROOKH: PARADISE AND THE PERI by THOMAS MOORE THE IDEA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE STOLEN CHILD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CENTAUR'S FAREWELL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |