THEY say I have a constant heart, who know Not anything of how it turns and yields First here, first there; nor how in separate fields It runs to reap and then remains to sow; How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow Before a line of song, an antique vase, Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow. Yet they do well who name it with a name, For all its rash surrenders call it true. Though many lamps be lit, yet flame is flame; The sun can show the way, a candle too. The tribute to each fragment is the same Service to all of Beauty -- and her due. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES I, 5 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 4. AMPLE by BERTON BRALEY A MINOR POET by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE REFORMER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON DONAL KENNY by JOHN KEEGAN CASEY OVER THE CHILKOOT TRAIL by LISA D. CHAVEZ |