SECRET and soft as a summer cloud that blooms From hid Hesperides into our skies, And smiling comes abroad, but no man's eyes Will watch it till it troops with common glooms, A fancy, look, floats lustrous into view, With Eden's god-life on its radiant brow; Its proud advance proclaims, "The world is new"; The mind half sees; looks thence, again looks -- Now? But by these deaths, these profanations schooled -- For Beauty is no jealous god, but still Regards us as less wicked than befooled -- One May-day when the young myth tops the hill There pure and patient shall my gaze ascend To win my heart a glory without end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN TO HASEKAWA by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG PANORAMA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |