We know you knew, but know not how you knew, No more than you, whose mind was wax to receive The impress of Life's seals, (in time to achieve A patina more beautiful, more true Than gold new-minted), which your genius drew Into rich patterns of such perfect weave As none but you could possibly conceive, Or paint in tones of such superlative hue. Impressions you obtained from every source And clothed them in a glory all your own, Spun from your inner consciousness to ease The welling urge creative, and, perforce, The "Crow" transformed became the Falcon flown, Transmigrant over all the lands and seas. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE RECONCILIATION by WALT WHITMAN RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |