Atlas upon his shoulders bare the sky, The load was heavy, but the load was fair; His sense was ravished with the melody, Made from the motion of the highest sphere. Not Atlas, I, nor did I heaven bear; Caelica, 'tis true, once on my shoulder sat, Her eyes more rich by many characts were Than stars or planets, which men wonder at; Atlas bare heaven, such burdens be of grace; Caelica, in heaven, is the angel's place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ALAS! POOR QUEEN by MARION ANGUS MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TITA'S TEARS; A FANTASY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |