IF I hope, I pine; if I fear, I faint and die; So between hope and fear, I desperate lie, Looking for joy to heaven, whence it should come: But hope is blind; joy, deaf; and I am dumb Yet I speak and cry; but, alas, with words of woe: And joy conceives not them that murmur so. He that the ears of joy will ever pierce, Must sing glad notes, or speak in happier verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |