Urns of Carrara marble I have seen, Pale as the lily maid's white violet face, Urns delicately wrought as fine old lace, Woundingly beautiful in curve and sheen; Bright alabaster urns, and ivory Translucent as dim mist that veils a star, Flagons of silver, bluer than wind-rays are, And exquisite as Mozart melody; Frail china cups of beryl and chrysoprase, Like sheerest wings of moon-moths soaring high, Bowls modeled from the potter's golden clays, -- I know I shall not find before I die, Though I should seek forever down earth's ways, A bowl as lovely as the blinding sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 14. THE COMPLAINT by MARK AKENSIDE SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON TWILIT HARMONY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |