So faint, no ear is sure it hears, So faint and far; So vast that very near appears My voice, both here and in each star Unmeasured leagues do bridge between; Like that which on a face is seen Where secrets are; Sweeping, like veils of lofty balm, Tresses unbound O'er desert sand, o'er ocean calm, I am wherever is not sound; And, goddess of the truthful face, My beauty doth instil its grace That joy abound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG |