IT was a beauty that I saw, -- So pure, so perfect, as the frame Of all the universe were lame To that one figure, could I draw, Or give least line of it a law: A skein of silk without a knot A fair march made without a halt! A curious form without a fault! A printed book wihtout a blot! All beauty! -- and without a spot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THIS FLESH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE OLD BRIDGE by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN SIC VITA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: THE KINGS GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION UNDAUNTED EVERGREENS by MARY JANE CARR |