LOOK how the golden ocean shines above Its pebbly stones, and magnifies their girth; So does the bright and blessed light of Love Its own things glorify, and raise their worth. As weeds seem flowers beneath the flattering brine, And stones like gems, and gems as gems indeed, Ev'n so our tokens shine; nay, they outshine Pebbles and pearls, and gems and coral weed; For where be ocean waves but half so clear, So calmly constant, and so kindly warm, As Love's most mild and glowing atmosphere, That hath no dregs to be upturn'd by storm? Thus, sweet, thy gracious gifts are gifts of price, And more than gold to doting Avarice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE PARTED IN SILENCE by JULIA CRAWFORD THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ON H---- THE PICK THANK by WILLIAM BLAKE |