Whatever I have said or sung, Some bitter notes my harp would give, Yea, tho' there often seem'd to live A contradiction on the tongue, Yet Hope had never lost her youth, She did but look through dimmer eyes; Or Love but play'd with gracious lies, Because he felt so fix'd in truth; And if the song were full of care, He breathed the spirit of the song; And if the words were sweet and strong He set his royal signet there; Abiding with me till I sail To seek thee on the mystic deeps, And this electric force, that keeps A thousand pulses dancing, fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING FAREWELL TO NANCY by ROBERT BURNS THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY WESSEX HEIGHTS by THOMAS HARDY OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS |