When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause; and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER I HAVE A GARMENT by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA |