It Would Never Be Common More I Said
poem 430
It Would Never Be Common More I Said - meaning Summary
Joy Turned Into Loss
The poem narrates a speaker’s rise from ordinary life into intense, almost extravagant joy, treating pleasure as public wealth that transforms their bearing and relationships. That happiness abruptly vanishes—metaphorically drained by a goblin—leaving the speaker impoverished, grasping at the remnants and mourning lost finery. The poem registers the shock of sudden emotional reversal and the contrast between a remembered moment of splendor and present deprivation.
Read Complete AnalysesIt would never be Common more I said Difference had begun Many a bitterness had been But that old sort was done Or if it sometime showed as ’twill Upon the Downiest Morn Such bliss had I for all the years ‘Twould give an Easier pain I’d so much joy I told it Red Upon my simple Cheek I felt it publish in my Eye ‘Twas needless any speak I walked as wings my body bore The feet I former used Unnecessary now to me As boots would be to Birds I put my pleasure all abroad I dealth a word of Gold To every Creature that I met And Dowered all the World When suddenly my Riches shrank A Goblin drank my Dew My Palaces dropped tenantless Myself was beggared too I clutched at sounds I groped at shapes I touched the tops of Films I felt the Wilderness roll back Along my Golden lines The Sackcloth hangs upon the nail The Frock I used to wear But where my moment of Brocade My drop of India?
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