Your beauty is as subtle as a strain Of quiet music hardly sensed or heard, Music with accents softened, tempered, blurred, Which scarcely seem recorded by the brain; Till afterwards, when mightier measures wane Leaving the memory unthrilled, unstirred, That strain returns like some sweet spell deferred Binding the senses in a lyric chain. Your beauty is such music, muted low, It lingers when more poignant loveliness Has lost its magic. Subtle, gentle, slow, An anodyne to all life's bitter stress, It thrills me—and all beauty else becomes Brazen as cymbals, boisterous as drums! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL by ROBERT BROWNING THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN PSALM 69 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 16 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |