Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET'S PRAYER, by IVAN SWIFT First Line: Thy semblant beauty creeping through the world Last Line: And she who beauty is, I'll not forget! Subject(s): Faith; Prayer; Religion; Belief; Creed; Theology | ||||||||
THY semblant beauty creeping through the world, I will to sing! Thou, Beauty, who art law, Religion, life, to me! I would withdraw Thee out the gaudy shroud in which thou'rt furled, And let thy grain above the tide be hurled To deck the hills as that the ancients saw. O, fashion me thy viol of grace and awe! Despair not of the timber rough and knurled! Evangelist of this lone faith I'd be To hold the slab and with us see men sign. Prophetic words or pictures more divine May not be theirs to give; but those who see And live and house thy grace, hold with us yet, And she who beauty is, I'll not forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES |
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