Fair Nature, has thy wisdom naught to say To cheer thy child in a disconsolate hour? Why do thy subtle hands betray their power And but half-fashioned leave thy finer clay? Upon what journeys doth thy fancy stray That weeds in thy broad garden choke the flower, And many a pilgrim harboured in thy bower A stranger came, a stranger went away? Ah, Mother, little can the soul avail Unchristened at some font of ancient love. What boots the vision if the meaning fail, When all the marvels of the skies above March to the passions they are mirrors of? If the heart pine, the very stars will pale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND WHY? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PHILANDERER by BERTON BRALEY THE GREEK PARTISAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CONTENTED PHILOSOPHER, SELECTION by PETER CUNNINGHAM |