THY semblant beauty creeping through the world, I will to sing! Thou, Beauty, who art law, Religion, life, to me! — I would withdraw Thee out the gaudy shroud in which thou'rt furled, And let thy grain above the tide be hurled To deck the hills as that the ancients saw. O, fashion me thy viol of grace and awe! Despair not of the timber rough and knurled! Evangelist of this lone faith I'd be — To hold the slab and with us see men sign. Prophetic words or pictures more divine May not be theirs to give; but those who @3see@1 And @3live@1 and @3house@1 thy grace, hold with us yet, And she who beauty @3is@1, I'll not forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS |