|
|
 |
|
|
User Rating: |
|
--
/10
(0
votes)
|
|
|
|
|
|
The sickness of desire, that in dark days
Looks on the imagination of despair,
Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise;
Nor but in sleep findeth a cure for care.
Incertainty that once gave scope to dream
Of laughing enterprise and glory untold,
Is now a blackness that no stars redeem,
A wall of terror in a night of cold.
Fool! thou that hast impossibly desired
And now impatiently despairest, see
How nought is changed: Joy's wisdom is attired
Splendid for others' eyes if not for thee:
Not love or beauty or youth from earth is fled:
If they delite thee not, 'tis thou art dead.
Robert Seymour Bridges
|
|
Read poems about / on: despair, beauty, dream, sleep, joy, dark, god, night, change, star
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
Comments about this poem (Melancholia
by
Robert Seymour Bridges
) |
|
Click here to write your
comments about this poem (Melancholia by
Robert Seymour Bridges
)
 |
Gregory C
(11/17/2008 12:35:00 AM) |
Don't allow your imagination to overreach your limits and never lose the perspective behind your purpose because excess always creates imbalance, even when it aims toward positive. Point your eyes toward the horizon but focus on what's around you. And know that you can't grow old if you never look down at your watch.
|
|
|
|
|
 |
 |
 |
|
|
 |
|
