I HAVE known strange and precious things, Beheld the gracious loveliness Which lingers where once Beauty brings The miracle of his caress. Dark skies his wand has touched with gold, A murmuring wave-voice, low and long, And echoes down the silence rolled, And winds which waken into song. Gray houses, mating songs of birds, White magic hidden in old books, Flowers and wisdom-shaking words, And faces from which Beauty looks. All these I loved. You love them too. While Beauty lives, their charm shall hold, Outmocking Time with his own due -- The spell the years themselves have told. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NOW CLOSE THE WINDOWS by ROBERT FROST |