Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 44, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: For thee the sun doth daily rise, and set Last Line: And thy perfection is my proof of heaven. Subject(s): Perfection | ||||||||
For thee the sun doth daily rise, and set Behind the curtain of the hills of sleep, And my soul, passing through the nether deep, Broods on thy love, and never can forget. For thee the garlands of the wood are wet, For thee the daisies up the meadow's sweep Stir in the sidelong light, and for thee weep The drooping ferns above the violet. For thee the labour of my studious ease I ply with hope, for thee all pleasures please, Thy sweetness doth the bread of sorrow leaven; And from thy noble lips and heart of gold I drink the comfort of the faiths of old, And thy perfection is my proof of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARELESS PERFECTION by DANIEL HALPERN PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CONTENTION BETWEEN FOUR MAIDS CONCERNING ... ADDED MOST PERFECTION by JOHN DAVIES (1569-1626) ROMANCERO: BOOK 2. LAMENTATIONS: LAZARUS. 7. IMPERFECTION by HEINRICH HEINE A DREAM OF PERFECTION by MARCUS S. C. RICKARDS TO MR. FORBES-ROBERTSON: 10. THE PERFECT LOVE by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER THE SOLUTION by CHARLES WILLIAMS PERFECTIONIST by ROGER BLAKELY WAITING FOR PERFECTION by EDWARD BOCCIA |
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