DEED and event of prouder stature Dare not always overshade The first fresh buddings of our nature; Their hidden colour does not fade. We well may quit our laboured action At some sweet call to early loves, And find the jewel of self-contraction Like saints in rocks and springs and groves. Win back the world when true Aurora Dawned a goddess, not an hour! Think, have you caught the smile of Flora Since your own life was a young flower? And Love, even Love, has dropped her lilies On the hot highroad; once she knew How columbines and daffadillies Created her own sun and dew. Return; how stands that man enchanted Who, after seas and mountains crossed, Finds his old threshold, so long scanted, With not a rose or robin lost! The wise, from passion now retreating To the hamlets of the mind, In every glance have claimed the greeting Of spirits infinitely kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE |