Who extols a wilderness? Who hath praised indifference? Foolish one, thy words are sweet, But devoid of sense. As the man who ne'er hath seen, Or as he who cannot hear, Is the heart that hath no part In Love's hope and fear. True, the blind do not perceive The unsightly things around; True, the deaf man trembleth not At an awful sound. But the face of Heaven and Earth, And the murmur of the main, Surely are a recompense For a little pain. So, tho' Love may not be free Always from a taint of grief, If its sting is very sharp, Great is its relief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN AFTER A VAUDEVILLE SHOW by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COLIN AND LUCY by THOMAS TICKELL NOVEMBER MORNING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |