As soon as I began to name a star, Or judge a ship by rigging, mast or spar, I, seeing more with eyes than with my mind, Had fears that I would soon go beauty blind. But now, not caring if the ship that's seen Is schooner-rigged, a barque or brigantine, I look beyond my eyes to where she rides Under a rainbow, beautiful; or glides Before the wind, on one side of her belly. And as young lambs or sheep all white and woolly, I see the stars in one flock nibbling go Across the Heavens, whose names I will not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISAIAH, JEREMIAH, EXEKIEL, DANIEL by MARIANNE MOORE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE ON PASSING THE NEW MENIN GATE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |