Oft wet with tears on haloed ground Where love and sorrow's treasure grew, Like saintly things would be, I found The fullest measure beauty knew. To one whom nature has appealed, Whom beauty giveth keen delight, There on a grave was love revealed In blossoms sweet at dusk of night. Ah, this was peace, all troubles eased: 'Tis loveliness like this that brings The gripping thought with which I'm seized. You, God, alone, could make such things. A contrast shown in blossoms fresh, The beauty infinite of soul, The fleeting glamor of the flesh Forgotten soon and death its goal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE SYSTEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PRAYER OF AN UNEMPLOYED MAN by W. C. ACKERLY THE MORAL FABLES: THE MOUSE AND THE PADDOCK by AESOP INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1645 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |