Strange that some beauty we have seen before And oft enjoyed, when suddenly again It strikes our eyes, brings with it sweetest pain, While mystic beauty grips our hearts once more. O Master, subtlest of the seers, who bore Aloft Love's torch of beauty, nor in vain, Through prejudice and envy and disdain, Showered on men the treasures of thy lore; What can I say, as suddenly the sight Of thy dear Donna pierces like a dart, Filling my heart with wonder and delight? How shall I find fit words to praise thy art? Mutely I bow before thy magic might, Tears in my eyes, and sweet pain in my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |