O tell me whence that joy doth spring Whose diet is divine and fair, Which wears heaven, like a bridal ring, And tramples on doubts and despair? Whose eastern traffic deals in bright And boundless empyrean themes, Mountains of spice, day-stars and light, Green trees of life, and living streams? Tell me, O tell who did thee bring And here, without my knowledge, placed, Till thou didst grow and get a wing, A wing with eyes, and eyes that taste? Sure, @3holiness@1 the @3magnet@1 is, And @3love@1 the @3lure@1, that woos thee down; Which makes the high transcendent bliss Of knowing thee, so rarely known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND SPIRIT OF '76 by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM by JOHN DRYDEN |