WHAT of all the will to do? It has vanished long ago, For a dream-shaft pierced it through From the Unknown Archer's bow What of all the soul to think? Some one offered it a cup Filled with a diviner drink, And the flame has burned it up. What of all the hope to climb? Only in the self we grope To the misty end of time: Truth has put an end to hope. What of all the heart to love? Sadder than for will or soul, No light lured it on above; Love has found itself the whole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY ON PASSING THE NEW MENIN GATE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES A CONNOISSEUR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ECCENTRIC by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE COMING OF THE WORDS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 30 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. O TENDER HEART by EDWARD CARPENTER |