THOUGH I beheld at first with blank surprise This Work, I now have gazed on it so long I see its truth with unreluctant eyes; O, my Beloved! I have done thee wrong, Conscious of blessedness, but, whence it sprung, Ever too heedless, as I now perceive: Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve, And the old day was welcome as the young, As welcome and as beautiful -- in sooth More beautiful, as being a thing more holy: Thanks to thy virtues, to the eternal youth Of all thy goodness, never melancholy; To thy large heart and humble mind, that cast Into one vision, future, present, past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNGUARDED GATES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN by AESOP ODE TO THE PAST by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |