FAIR am I, mortals, as a stone-carved dream, And all men wound themselves against my breast, The poet's last desire, the loveliest. Voiceless, eternal as the world I seem, In the blue air, strange sphinx, I brood supreme With heart of snow whiter than swan's white crest, No movement mars the plastic line—I rest With lips untaught to laugh or eyes to stream. Singers who see, in trancèd interludes, My splendor set with all superb design, Consume their days, in toilful ecstasy. To these revealed, the starry amplitudes Of my great eyes which make all things divine Are crystal mirrors of eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A CONSISTENT GIRL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ETERNAL JUSTICE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 24. AR-RAFI by EDWIN ARNOLD CONSTANTINOPLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE |