Author Leigh Hunt What evil would be, could it be, the Blest Are sometimes fain to know. They sink to rest, Dream for a moment's space of care and strife, Wake, stare, and smile, and that was human Life. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments