So faint, no ear is sure it hears, So faint and far; So vast that very near appears My voice, both here and in each star Unmeasured leagues do bridge between; Like that which on a face is seen Where secrets are; Sweeping, like veils of lofty balm, Tresses unbound O'er desert sand, o'er ocean calm, I am wherever is not sound; And, goddess of the truthful face, My beauty doth instil its grace That joy abound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MONICA'S LAST PRAYER by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE IVY; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 4 by ROBERT BROWNING |