No trace is left upon the vulgar mind By shapes which form upon the poet's thought In instant symmetry: all eyes are blind Save his, for ends of lower vision wrought; Think'st thou, if Nature wore to every gaze Her noble beauty and commanding power, Could harsh and ugly doubt withstand the blaze Or front her Sinai presence for an hour? The seal of Truth is beauty - when the eye Sees not the token, can the mission move? The brow is veiled that should attach the tie And lend the magic to the voice of Love: What wonder then that doubt is ever night Urging such spirits on to mock and to deny? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SUNRISE TRUMPETS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER IN REFERENCE TO HER CHILDREN, 23 JUNE, 1659 by ANNE BRADSTREET |