THE soul's physician thus the soul would kill, The soul's high priest its heaven-bound pinions stay, Bring from fresh beauty chaos, night from day, Despair from trust, from all good promise ill; The outworn heart and sickened senses still Must shroud heaven's life in fogs of foul decay, Veil the swift angel, love, and hide the ray Born of God's smile with masks of morbid will: -- But Truth, and Truth's great Master cannot die; While Love, the seraph, free of wings and eyes, Upsweeps the realm of calm immensity. A thousand times our buried Christ shall rise In prayerful souls to hush their anguished sighs, And dawn, not darkness, rule o'er earth and sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS SOMETIME by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO THE DEAD FAVOURITE OF LIU CH'E by DJUNA BARNES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 27 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS by ROBERT BROWNING GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 1. IN AN ITALIAN HILL TOWN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |