"No I won't," said the stone "All I am is my own." But, see! tempered steel Has struck from it chips! Lo, ennobled! lo, graced, Growth comes from this waste! Till live have to feel After lovelier lips, Which triumphant in form Though cold yet look warm! "No sullen stone I; Take all of me! all!" they cry; "Though no touch can thrill me, Nor passion unchill me, From heart, mind, and eye I claim an elation Much nearer true bliss Than is found in a kiss. Rapt contemplation Wherein the whole will Is content to lie still!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON AN INVITATION TO A DRINKFEST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS RENCONTRE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CROWN INN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WORK AND WORSHIP; A LEGEND OF THE DANUBE by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |