A window-pane; bare boughs against the sky: How boldly intricate the branches lie! What prodigies of fancy! what a wealth Of poet color and of sculptured health! Ah, Phidias, ah, Raphael, Angelo, And all the other artist-gods we know, Poor is your best beside that lifted fane Of any bough through any window-pane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET; OXFORD, 1916 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE FIRST MOVIE by DAVID WAGONER CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 10. THE PALATINE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |