We know you knew, but know not how you knew, No more than you, whose mind was wax to receive The impress of Life's seals, (in time to achieve A patina more beautiful, more true Than gold new-minted), which your genius drew Into rich patterns of such perfect weave As none but you could possibly conceive, Or paint in tones of such superlative hue. Impressions you obtained from every source And clothed them in a glory all your own, Spun from your inner consciousness to ease The welling urge creative, and, perforce, The "Crow" transformed became the Falcon flown, Transmigrant over all the lands and seas. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LEAK IN THE DIKE; A STORY OF HOLLAND by PHOEBE CARY ROBERT GOULD SHAW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |