AT every heart-beat Through the magic day A lovely laughing creature Ran away. Where have they wandered, The flock so gay? I had but looked on them And away they ran, The exquisite lips untouched. As they began To part, Time swept them On his caravan. These new-born beauties The tyrant took. Their gaze was on mine And mine forsook. I could not stay even One lovely look. In what fold are they? Could I pursue Through the Everliving And know anew All those golden motions That were you? Were beauty only A day the same, We could know the Maker And name His name. We would know the substance Was holy flame. Is there an oasis Where Time stands still, Where the fugitive beauty Stays as we will? Is there an oasis Where Time stands still? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK THE ROSE TREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CATERPILLAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: MATRIMONIAL COUNSELS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |