Here we have thirst and patience, from the first, and art, as in a wave held up for us to see in its essential perpendicularity; not brittle but intense -- the spectrum, that spectacular and nimble animal the fish, whose scales turn aside the sun's sword by their polish. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE ETERNAL FEMININE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THEY WHO COME BACK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THAT GRAY, COLD CHRISTMAS DAY (DECEMBER 25, 1620) by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH |