I've sought for beauty in each bud of Spring; The small violets; the touch of moss; The grass: a crimson bird upon the wing; A bowl of daffodils; slim trees which toss Their arms and yearn to reach a starry sky; The grapes of knowledge -- how they would beguile, My teeth sank deep in lusciousness! Oh, I Have loved all these, then lost all zest... awhile. Since winter wind and hurricane is mine, I rest, no longer chasing beauty's wing But, oh how marvelous and strange! The shine Of spirit now invests each earthly thing And errant, winsome beauty lives with me Since I have come to know Gethsemane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO THE SMALL CELANDINE (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD by FRANCES AIRTH ON NANUS COUNTED ON AN ANT by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE ADVERTISING MAN'S LOVE SONG by BERTON BRALEY |