TEACH me the secret of thy loveliness, That, being made wise, I may aspire to be As beautiful in thought, and so express Immortal truths to earth's mortality; Though to my soul ability be less Than 't is to thee, O sweet anemone. Teach me the secret of thy innocence, That in simplicity I may grow wise, Asking from Art no other recompense Than the approval of her own just eyes; So may I rise to some fair eminence, Though less than thine, O cousin of the skies. Teach me these things, through whose high knowledge, I, -- When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins, And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie In that vast house, common to serfs and Thanes, -- I shall not die, I shall not utterly die, For beauty born of beauty -- that remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUND WANTING by EMILY DICKINSON THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 83 by ALFRED TENNYSON POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE SPRING'S IMMORTALITY by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: THE SOUL'S SCIENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |