IF wrath embitter the sweet mouth of song, And make the sunlight fire before those eyes That would drink draughts of peace from the unsoiled skies, The wrongdoing is not ours, but ours the wrong, Who hear too loud on earth and see too long The grief that dies not with the groan that dies, Till the strong bitterness of pity cries Within us, that our anger should be strong. For chill is known by heat and heat by chill, And the desire that hope makes love to still By the fear flying beside it or above, A faclon fledged to follow a fledgeling dove, And by the fume and flame of hate of ill The exuberant light and burning bloom of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH |