THESE pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread. Fit rosary for a queen, in shape and hue, When Contemplation tells her pensive beads Of mortal thoughts, forever old and new. Fit for a queen? Why, surely then for you! The moral? Where Doubt's eddies toss and twirl Faith's slender shallop till her footing reel, Plunge: if you find not peace beneath the whirl, Groping, you may like Omar grasp a pearl. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST JEWEL by EMILY DICKINSON DICK, A MAGGOT by JONATHAN SWIFT A SCHOOL ECLOGUE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 8 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO THE BEAUTIFUL ELIZA J - N by ROBERT BURNS ALBANIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MY FRIEND MR. LELY, ON HIS PICTURE OF THE .. LADY ISABELLA THYNN by CHARLES COTTON |