PHILOSOPHY has told the world What nature, God and man may be. Come with the searching light of truth And tell me now what love may be. Is it the lonely mystery defying human thought? Or will its definition open here the hidden lock That holds beyond the reach of man's experient gaze The fairy land of hope and joy enchanted by the heart? Or must we wait to feel its stealing, glowing, placid charm, Before the mind can e'en perceive what it is asked to tell? Is it in vain that men will strive to give the soul the native element in which it ever grows and thrives? Shall logic or philosophy essay Pandora's box? Shall Psyche linger here to bless instead of curse the race? And yet is it the dark and misty thing behind the clouds. That silent plays its hide and seek with human mind and heart? No deeps can hide its vision here. The soul is ever on the wing, And sings in accents true and clear: It is a wondrous simple thing. A random word at dusk, And in the silence ever, A look, a sigh, a clasp, And two are one forever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY THE HERITAGE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MONDAY'S CHILD by MOTHER GOOSE AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WAKE OF TIM O'HARA (SEVEN DIALS) by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN CITIES OF ELD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE CHERUBS; SUGGESTED BY AN APOLOGUE IN THE WORKS OF FRANKLIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL |