ETERNAL Beauty, Truth's interpreter, Is bound by no austere aesthetic creed; All forms of art she uses at her need, And e'en unlovely things are slaves to her: And we, whose hearts her lightest breath can stir, Must prize her flowers, whoe'er has sown the seed, And love each noble picture, song, or deed, Whose soul is true, although the form should err. She is God's servant, but the queen of man, Who fondly dreams she lives for him alone, And while her power is felt through time and space, Proclaims her priestess of some petty clan, Catching but transient glimpses of a face Veiled in rich vestures, loved but still unknown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TO A SKYLARK by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS SONNET: ONE MORE BRUISED HEART by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |