Look on beauty through a darkened glass, As one who views the eclipse of the sun, Fearful lest the sudden glories won Will leave a stormy blindness as they pass -- (All this I knew implied in book and class) Let not your vagrant fancy run On starry heights nor in too distant grass; Expose your eager, questing heart to none; -- Yet I must crouch on low rocks drenched in spray, Hide in the woods to quiver at the song Of hermit thrush, and I must walk in those Hillside gardens where I go my way Pierced through and through by the larkspur's long Azure spears, blinded by a rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER TO THE OCEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR by JOHN BURROUGHS TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |