Now art thou beautiful, thou child of light! Now with thy hair tossed back and figure still; I drink thy beauty with a raptured sight -- I drink till soul and senses it doth fill; O do not move, but sit forever so, And let me gaze, and never, never go! So bright, bright as the morn, thou breathest there; Unconscious as the rose, or golden-rod, How things so beautiful do upward bear The soul into the very airs of God! O angel golden-haired, unknown to thee, Thy presence to such heights hath lifted me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN |