BEAUTY still walketh on the earth and air, Our present sunsets are as rich in gold As ere the Iliad's music was out-roll'd; The roses of the Spring are ever fair, 'Mong branches green still ring-doves coo and pair, And the deep sea still foams its music old. So, if we are at all divinely soul'd, This beauty will unloose our bonds of care. 'T is pleasant, when blue skies are o'er us bending Within old starry-gated Poesy, To meet a soul set to no worldly tune, Like thine, sweet Friend! Oh, dearer this to me Than are the dewy trees, the sun, the moon, Or noble music with a golden ending. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEN YEARS OLD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 39 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER |