AH! what to him @3our@1 trivial praise or blame, Who through long years hath raised half-mournful eyes Yearning to mark some heaven-descended flame Light his soul's altar rife with sacrifice? The offering of far thoughts, profound as prayer, And starry dreams, still rhythmical of youth, With travail of brain that pants for loftier air, To the veiled mystery of immaculate Truth: No Orient seer -- wild woodlands, 'round him furled, -- Building his shrine 'mid virginal vales apart, E'er watched and waited in the antique world, For fire divine, with more ethereal heart! @3Can@1 life's supreme oblations still remain All undiscerned? or hath some marvellous levin Hallowed his gift, and down his rifted pain Flashed the white splendor of God's grace from heaven? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRANSIENCE OF HANDS by KAREN SWENSON LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (2) by JOHN KEATS TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR |