Was it not worth the farewell to the sun, O caravan of rays through desert space, To bear the image of this lovely face? Now hurry with the beauty you have won. Where shall it not be known when you have run The shining leagues to your appointed place, And far and starry hamlets know that grace, So from the light new beauty may be spun? Marvel of animate ivory and fire! Proud head upcast with heaven-assailing gaze As if for flight! Nay, nay, you need not wings To reach the sky; for, elder to desire, Your image scatters on a million rays And, quivering with that beauty, aether sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG HYMN: 32. THE NATIVITY OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR PSALM 68 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN HYMN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HARTFORD AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |