JUST now a beam of joy hung on his eye-lash; But, as I looked, it sunk into his eye, Like a bruised worm writhing its form of rings Into a darkening hole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |