NO mortal object did these eyes behold When first they met the placid light of thine, And my Soul felt her destiny divine, And hope of endless peace in me grew bold: Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold; Beyond the visible world she soars to seek (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes: nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, That kills the soul: love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNGUARDED GATES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ONE'S-SELF I SING by WALT WHITMAN TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE THANKSGIVING by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE VAGABOND'S VERSE by GRAYCE COLE CLYMER IN COMMENDATION OF THE TIME ... REIGN OF KING CHARLES by ABRAHAM COWLEY |