O LORD of all compassionate control, O Love! let this my lady's picture glow Under my hand to praise her name, and show Even of her inner self the perfect whole: That he who seeks her beauty's furthest goal, Beyond the light that the sweet glances throw And refluent wave of the sweet smile, may know The very sky and sea-line of her soul. Lo! it is done. Above the enthroning throat The mouth's mould testifies of voice and kiss, The shadowed eyes remember and foresee. Her face is made her shrine. Let all men note That in all years (O Love, thy gift is this!) They that would look on her must come to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MARSH MUSIC by KENNETH SLADE ALLING HOW THE WINNING FOUR WEST HOME by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND OF HYM THAT TOGYDER WYLL SERVE TWO MAYSTERS by SEBASTIAN BRANT |