MOMENTS there are that loom up from the past Tarnished yet beautiful; we deemed them dead, Their old-time witchery for ever fled; Not so; for of a sudden, all unasked, Lo, they return to rule our souls at last; So fresh, so fair, they almost seem to shed A lovelier light than in the years long sped, Weaving a wonder that is unsurpassed: Proud vistaed arches, gleams of broken stone, Columns superb, blithe statues buried deep Until exhumed from immemorial sleep To be beloved as our household own: Like Paestum's temple, tranced beside the sea, Radiant with dreams and ancient ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON WHEN I READ THE BOOK by WALT WHITMAN PSALM 53 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE MINSTREL AT LINCLUDEN by ROBERT BURNS THE QUIET WAYS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 3 by THOMAS CAMPION |