How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionia's, India's -- Homer, Shakspere -- the long, long times, thick dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars -- Nature's pulses reap'd, All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration, All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths, All human lives, throats, wishes, brains -- all experiences' utterance; After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print -- something lacking, (Who knows? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 47 by PHILIP SIDNEY MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |