HERE in the jealous hollow of the mould, Faint, light-eluding, as templed in the breast Of some rose-vaulted lotus, see the best The artist had -- the vision that unrolled Its flying sequence till completion's hold Caught the wild round and bade the dancers rest -- The mortal lip on the immortal pressed One instant, ere the blindness and the cold. And there the vase: immobile, exiled, tame, The captives of fulfillment link their round, Foot-heavy on the inelastic ground, How different, yet how enviously the same! Dishonoring the kinship that they claim, As here the written word the inner sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM |