Behold with wondering eyes The sun in beauty rise; One brow is bathed in light, One grudged as yet to sight. As though the sun would say: 'I shall not grudge alway; This loveliness of mine Will soon all naked shine.' O beauty's mirror, bare In beauty splendid there To east, anon to west At even laid to rest. The far horizons grieve To see its radiance leave The skies, and wrap them round In shadows deep, profound. And, as each star appears, Meseems that heaven's tears In agony supreme Like frozen raindrops gleam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ECCLESIASTES by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP A SEA-PRAYER by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |