So thy soul's meekness shrinks, Too loth to show her face -- Why should she shun the world? It is a holy place. Concealed to itself If the flower kept its scent, Of itself amorous, Less rich its ornament. Use -- utmost in each kind -- Is beauty, truth in one, While soul rays light to soul In one God-linked sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |