In after time this shall be beautiful. It shall be sung and painted, raised upon A plinth of years and stand as dutiful As one more relic of a long lost eon. New eyes shall never see from what endure One verse, one canvas, shape of stone; and stress: We are the zigzag line, the musculature, Stark cube, cacophony, this ugliness. Come, then, let us resolve from it what guise Of loveliness we can, be first to thrust Our living into mold. Though future wise Choose other types than ours out of the dust, We have life now that beauty then will be; Come and taste here of this eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS COLUMBUS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN THE BLIND ASTRONOMER by THOMAS ASA THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET THE KING OF YVETOT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SORCERY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |