A BROKEN tale of endless things, Take, lady: thou art not of those Who in what vale a fountain springs Would have its journey close. Countless beginnings, fair first parts, Leap to the light, and shining flow; All broken things, or toys or hearts, Are mended where they go. Then down thy stream, with hope-filled sail, Float faithful fearless on, loved friend; 'Tis God that has begun the tale And does not mean to end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL LOVE AND SLEEP by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |