We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone, Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought, And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought Eternal beauty from the sculptured stone, -- A higher charm than modern culture won With all the wealth of metaphysic lore, Gifted to analyze, dissect, explore. A many-colored light flows from one sun; Art, 'neath its beams, a motley thread has spun; The prism modifies the perfect day; But thou hast known such mediums to shun, And cast once more on life a pure, white ray. Absorbed in the creations of thy mind, Forgetting daily self, my truest self I find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ESCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |