I SEE thee, gliding towards me with slow pace Across the azure fields of Paradise, Where thine each footstep makes a star arise. So from this heart's once void but infinite space Each strange sweet touch of thy celestial grace In the old mortal life, struck out some spark To light the world, though all my heaven lay dark. O Beatrice, cypresses enlace My laurels: none have grown save tear-bedewed -- Salt tears that sank into the earth unviewed, And sprang up green to form a crown of bays. Take it! At thy dear feet I lay my all, What men my honors, virtues, glories, call: I lived, loved, suffered, sung -- for thy sole praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYDIA (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 56. AL-WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD A PASSSGE TO ITALY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |