Grace, Beauty, and Caprice Build this golden portal; Graceful women, chosen men, Dazzle every mortal. Their sweet and lofty countenance His enchanted food; He need not go to them, their forms Beset his solitude. He looketh seldom in their face, His eyes explore the ground, -- The green grass is a looking-glass Whereon their traits are found. Little and less he says to them, So dances his heart in his breast; Their tranquil mien bereaveth him Of wit, of words, of rest. Too weak to win, too fond to shun The tyrants of his doom, The much deceived Endymion Slips behind a tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG SELF-INTERROGATION by EMILY JANE BRONTE A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE A CHILD'S GRAVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON EPITAPH ON TWO YOUNG MEN NAMED LEITCH IN CROSSING THE RIVER SOUTHESK by JAMES BEATTIE |