COULD my heart more tongues employ Than it harbours thoughts of grief; It is now so far from joy, That it scarce could ask relief. Truest hearts by deeds unkind To despair are most inclined. Happy minds, that can redeem Their engagements how they please! That no joys or hopes esteem, Half so precious as their ease! Wisdom should prepare men so As if they did all foreknow. Yet no art or caution can Grown affections easily change; Use is such a lord of man That he brooks worst what is strange. Better never to be blest Than to lose all at the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |