Beauty! thou art a wanderer on the earth, And hast no temple in the fairest isle Or city over-sea, where wealth and mirth And all the Graces, all the Muses, smile. Thou art a wanderer, Beauty! like the rays That now upon the platan, now upon The sleepy lake, glance quick or idly gaze, And now are manifold and now are none. In more than one bright form hast thou appeared, In more than one sweet dialect hast thou spoken: Beauty! thy spells the heart within me heard, Grieved that they bound it, grieves that they are broken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE A FISH STORY by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS |