SWEET sounds, and scents, and colours join to woo My musing heart to love and reverence; A tender and a subtle influence Comes from each graceful form, each brilliant hue; Strange power have they, my spirit to imbue With thoughts above themselves; for e'en while sense Adores the Beautiful with joy intense, The soul, far gazing, only seeks the True. And ye, fair flowers, translating to my sight, In gold or blue the pure uncoloured beams, Are poets and revealers of the light; Soon is your message told, your life-work done, For all your tints are only passing dreams Of the eternal splendour of the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG: REVENGE AGAINST CYNTHIA by PHILIP AYRES M. T. W. by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WITH A BARRIE BOOK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON UT TUTO AB ATRIS CORPORE VIPERIS ... by JOHN BYROM |