I FAINT rememb'ring all that shook my will; How the light outposts even of paradise O'ercame me with the witchery of eyes Or delicate magic of the lips: how still A motion white and fugitive can thrill With longings that are immortalities. How, if the heart to these frail enemies Yields, can it hope to scale the heavenly hill, See beauty in its fulness, or endure The last temptation, which is but seeing The gorgeous shadow of all that is its own? That mirrored majesty is the last lure To hide from it its own immortal being. Heaven lies between the spirit and its throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK THE GHOST OF ABEL; A RELATION IN THE VISIONS OF JEHOVAH by WILLIAM BLAKE HASTINGS' SONNETS: 3 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |