WHITE in her snowy stone, and cold, With azure veins and shining arms, Pygmalion doth his bride behold, Rapt on her pure and sculptured charms. Ah! in those half-divine old days Love still worked miracles for men; The gods taught lovers wondrous ways To breathe a soul in marble then. He gazed, he yearned, he vowed, he wept. Some secret witchery touched her breast; And, laughing April tears, she stepped Down to his arms and lay at rest. Dear artist of the storied land! I too have loved a heart of stone. What was thy charm of voice or hand, Thy secret spell, Pygmalion? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PAINS OF SLEEP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HUMPTY DUMPTY RECITATION [OR, SONG] by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON |