The more I've viewed this world, the more I've found, That, filled as 'tis with scenes and creatures rare, Fancy commands, within her own bright round, A world of scenes and creatures far more fair. Nor is it that her power can call up there A single charm, that's not from Nature won, -- No more than rainbows, in their pride, can wear A single tint unborrowed from the sun; But 'tis the mental medium it shines through, That lends to beauty all its charm and hue; As the same light, that o'er the level lake One dull monotony of luster flings, Will, entering in the rounded rain-drop, make Colors as gay as those on angels' wings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPIRITUAL LEGEND by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE DRUG-SHOP, OR, ENDYMION IN EDMONSTOUN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AULD ROBIN FORBES by SUSANNA BLAMIRE ARIADNE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |