Morality
by Matthew Arnold
We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
But tasks in hours of insight will'd
Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return,
All we have built do we discern.
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You know who else I could hear recite poems every day and twice on Sundays? Alan Rickman. But what I'm sharing today for any other Rickmaniacs is the Family Guy version of Alan Rickman's Answering Machine.
A link to info about Rickman reciting poems on film.
You can find more poetry at Paper Tigers, where they are hosting this week's Poetry Friday round-up.
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