I know your kindness for me, O, my friends, I know the patient love wherewith ye bear My endless faults; I know your ceaseless care, Your charitable aims and christian ends; I know how many times ye've dragged me back From the wild-leaping sea, whose godless foam Would bear me far from the accustomed home, Smooth-footed fields and pleasant pasture-track; I know how close ye've shut life's shutters down, Lest I should join the moon's death-revelry; How ye have driven the fairies far away, Lest their white limbs should hide the heavenly crown. And yet I curse ye on this mountain free, By all the wind and stars of night and day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |