At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where--by death, fools think, imprisoned--
Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,
--Pity me?
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!
What had I on earth to do
With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?
Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel
--Being--who?
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,
Sleep to wake.
No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time
Greet the unseen with a cheer!
Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be,
"Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed,--fight on, fare ever
There as here!"
A great inspirational poem which is stunning too. Thanks for sharing it here.
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! ...............................................Just the drop of delight human soul preserve for the new comers to land inside fire!
Top Marks for this final poem from his own pen. Love to read the great poet's poems, so very excellently written
THREE: with a great amount of optimism in his heart. He urges the audience to regard him as a person "who never turned his back but marched breast A very emotiv poem, but crystal clear and marched breast
TWO: Through this poem, Browning presents his philosophy of life. He does want to be pitied after his death, rather he wants to be remembered as an individual who accepted every trial head-on,
ONE: The great poet Robert Browning oft wrote about himself, like this final poem of his pen. the last poem of Browning's final collection of poetry, Asolando.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a force browning inspires through this verse!