ICOULD have sung as sweet as any lark Who in unfettered skies doth find him blest, And sings to leaning angels prayer and praise, For in God's garden the most lowly nest. But came the cares -- a grey and stinging throng Of liliputian foes, whose thrust and dart Did blind my eyes and hush my song in tears; Their brushing wings flung poison to my heart. I could have fought, in truth, a goodly fight, Braved death, nor feared defeat before one foe; Against these puny cares I strive in vain, They sting my soul unto its overthrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY SUMMER LONGINGS by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY I SHALL NOT CARE by SARA TEASDALE PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS THE CAMP-FOLLOWER by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |