How shall we tell an angel From another guest? How, from the common worldly herd, One of the blest? Hint of suppressed halo, Rustle of hidden wings, Wafture of heavenly frankincense, -- Which of these things? The old Sphinx smiles so subtly: "I give no golden rule, -- Yet would I warn thee, World: treat well Whom thou call'st fool." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHANTOM-LOVER [OR, WOOER] by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 97 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |