Dim face of Beauty haunting all the world, Fair face of Beauty all too fair to see, Where the lost stars adown the heavens are hurled, There, there alone for thee May white peace be. For here, where all the dreams of men are whirled Like sere torn leaves of autumn to and fro, There is no place for thee in all the world, Who driftest as a star, Beyond, afar. Beauty, sad face of Beauty, Mystery, Wonder, What are these dreams to foolish babbling men?— Who cry with little noises 'neath the thunder Of ages ground to sand, To a little sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT A CONNOISSEUR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PHILANDERER by BERTON BRALEY |