JUNE'S sunshine on the broad porch shines Through tangled curtains of crossing vines; The restless dancing of the leaves Dusky webs of shadow weaves, That wander on the oaken floor, Or cross the threshold of the door. Scattered where'er their mazes run Lie little phantoms of the sun: Whatever chink the sunbeam found, Crooked or narrow, on the ground The shadowy image still is round. So the image of God in the heart of a man, Which truth makes, rifting as it can Through the narrow crooked ways Of our restless deeds and days, Still is His image -- bright or dim -- And scorning it is scorning Him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE GOAT PATHS by JAMES STEPHENS THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN TO DR. PRIESTLEY. DEC. 29, 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ by WILLIAM COWPER |