And not a drop that from our Cups we throw For Earth to drink of, but may steal below To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye There hidden -- far beneath, and long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND by PHILIP FRENEAU PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL AURORA by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) TO HIMSELF; AN ODE by ANACREON THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE IMPROVISATORE: ALBERT AND EMILY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |