TOO soon, alas! too soon I plunged into the world with tone and clang, And they scarcely comprehended what the Poet wildly sang. Not the spirit-glance deep gazing into nature's inmost soul, Not the mystic aspirations that the Poet's words unroll. Cold and spiritless and silent -- yea, with scorn received they me, Whilst on meaner brows around me wreath'd the laurel crown I see. And I, who in my bosom felt the godlike nature glow, I wore the mask of folly while I sang of deepest woe. But, courage! years may pass -- this mortal frame be laid in earth, But my spirit reign triumphant in the country of my birth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY SUDDEN LIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO A DISTANT FRIEND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WOMEN'S WAR THOUGHTS by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN |