Silent she stood before me, in the light And majesty of beauty; and her eye Was teeming with the visions of her soul;''" She stood before me in a veil of white, The image of her bosom's purity, And loveliness enveloped her, as bright As when, at set of sun, the clouds unroll, Pavilioning the dusky throne of night. There is a spirit in the kindling glance Of pure and lofty beauty, which doth quell Each darker passion; and as heroes fell Before the terror of Minerva's lance, So beauty, armed with virtue, bows the soul With a commanding, but a sweet control, Making the heart all holiness and love, And lifting it to worlds that shine above, Until, subdued, we humbly bend before The idol of our worship to adore | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY |