THE patient craftsman of the East who made His undulant dragons of the veined jade, And wound their sinuous volutes round the whole Pellucid green redundance of the bowl, Chiseled his subtle traceries with the same Keen stone he wrought them in. Nor praise, nor blame, Nor gifts the years relinquish or refuse, But only a grief commensurate with thy soul, Shall carve it in a shape for gods to use. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |