Preach wisdom unto him who understands! When there's such lovely longing in thine eyes, And such a pulse in thy small clinging hands, What is the good of being great or wise? What is the good of beating up the dust On the world's highway, vext with drouthy heat? Oh, I grow fatalist—what must be must, Seeing that thou, belovéd, art so sweet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY WATER FOWL by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A MOTHER'S ANSWER (2) by LILLIE E. BARR COMPENSATION by MARY BEALE CARR THE SHADOW LAND by PEARL LENORE POLLARD CURRAN |