(where a picture of the Crucifixion hung in the Museum above a bust of Antinous) I see thy likeness in all beauteous things, So much are beauty and thy likeness one: Thee in the painted death of Mary's Son, Thee in the marble loves of pagan kings. Each day, each hour, its drop of trouble brings To swell the flood of sorrows long since done, Till down Earth's cheek the loosened waters run, Darkly foregathered in her frozen springs. What wealth of tears were this, to weep today That he's a god who was Antinous? Why mourn for Jesus? Christ remains to us. Cruel perfection! Every lure is thine, Ours every grief; till love shall pass away That made us wretched all, and thee divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES THE IMAGE OF GOD by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BABES IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |