BEYOND the sphere enfolding all the spheres Passeth the sigh that in my heart doth rise, And a new wisdom learns from Love in tears, By which he may attain unto the skies. When he hath reached the bourn of his desire Of lady throned in glory he hath sight, To whom his pilgrim spirit doth aspire, She shineth with so wonderful a light; On seeing her thus and telling it to me, His accents are too subtle to bear sense Unto the sorrowful heart that yearns to hear; Yet often of my gentle one doth he Hold converse, often naming Beatrice, whence I understand full well, O ladies dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY THE PERMANENT BRAND by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ADIEU, MIGNONNE, MA BELLE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |