THE dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship -- This, all this beauty blooming, This, all this freshness fuming, Give God while worth consuming. Both thought and thew now bolder And told by Nature: Tower; Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder That beat and breathe in power -- This pride of prime's enjoyment Take as for tool, not toy meant And hold at Christ's employment. The vault and scope and schooling And mastery in the mind, In silk-ash kept from cooling, And ripest under rind -- What life half lifts the latch of, What hell stalks towards the snatch of, Your offering, with despatch, of! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |