The poems (1969) | ||
43 [Verse Fragments]
Gratitude
The Joy that trembles in her eyeShe bows her meek & humble head
[OMITTED] in silent praise
[OMITTED] beyond the power of Sound.
(Mr Pope dead)
[OMITTED] and smart beneath the visionary scourge278
Their vanity & not their conscience feels
[OMITTED]
A few shall [OMITTED]
The cadence of my song repeat
& hail thee in my words.
The poems (1969) | ||