HOPE, is this thy hand Lies warm as life in mine? Is this thy sign Of peace none understand? What! art thou not steadfast? From off the blue air's beach Wilt lean and reach The price of pity past? I know not if I may Believe thee, Hope, or doubt: With pretty pout Wilt flee, or wilt thou stay? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 6. THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AT FLORENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE QUESTION AND ANSWER by MATHILDE BLIND A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |