LO, this is like a song writ long ago, Born of the easy strength of simpler days, Filled with the life of man, his joy, his praise, Marriage and childhood, love, and sin, and woe, Defeat and victory, and all men know Of passionate remorses, and the stays That help the weary on life's rugged ways. A dreaming seraph felt this beauty grow In sleep's pure hour, and with joy grown bold Set the fair crystal in the thought of man; And Time, with antique tints of ivory wan, And gentle industries of rain and light, Its stones rejoiced, and o'er them crumbled gold Won from the boundaries of day and night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONG OF THE SPANISH JEWS by GRACE AGUILAR APPLE-BLOSSOM by MATHILDE BLIND |