In strenuous hope I wrought, And hope seem'd still betray'd; Lastly I said, 'I have labour'd through the Night, nor yet Have taken aught; But at Thy word I will again cast forth the net!' And, lo, I caught (Oh, quite unlike and quite beyond my thought,) Not the quick, shining harvest of the Sea, For food, my wish, But Thee! Then, hiding even in me, As hid was Simon's coin within the fish, Thou sigh'd'st, with joy, 'Be dumb, Or speak but of forgotten things to far-off times to come.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS A SONG ABOUT SINGING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |