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Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||
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[XII. How most unworthy, echoing in mine ears]
How most unworthy, echoing in mine earsThe verse sounds on!—Life, Love, Experience, Art,
Fused into grief, and like a grief-filled heart,
Where all emotion tends and turns to tears,
Broken by its own strength of passion and need:
Unworthy, though the bitter waters start
In these dim eyes, reviewing thought and word
The high desire, the faint accomplished deed
Unuttered love and loss,—and feverish
Beatings against a gate for ever barred.
Yet over and again I range and read
The blotted page, re-turning leaf and leaf;
And half-believe the words are what I wish,
And pore upon my verse, and court my grief.
Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||