AS a mould for some fair form is made of plaster, and then when it is made and the form is cast therein, the plaster is broken and flung aside— So, and for a form fairer than aught thou canst imagine, thy body, thy intellect, thy pursuits and accomplishments, and all that thou dost now call thyself, Are the mould which in time will have to be broken and flung aside. Their outlines are the inverse of thy true form: looking on them thou beholdest—what thou art not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK SONGO RIVER; CONNECTING LAKE SEBAGO AND LONG LAKE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |