@3"Whatsoever things are lovely"@1 -- ah, Saint Paul I dare not think on loveliness at all, For fear I see a face I must not see, And long for hands that are not stretched to me; For fear I break a flower and wish a thing That is not mine for garnering. @3"Whatsoever things are lovely . . . think on these."@1 Oh, bring the eyes to beauty, bend the knees! Was it a silent or a singing way That Paul or Ephesus knelt down to pray? No matter, for all lively things are pain To me become Philippian in vain. Ah, Paul, I practice in perverted guise The word you sent from Rome to make men wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON by JOHN CLEVELAND CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO ABER STATIONS: STATIO QUINTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON MISS J. SCOTT OF AYR by ROBERT BURNS |