When will he learn to look on thee aright, Not make of thee an idol for a day? Enthrone thee on a far serener height, Where spirits touch, yet mingle not with clay? Thy beauty then will meet a purer ray, And in the light of never-ending Love A true heart-union and espousal prove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL |