Words are but leaves to the tree of mind; Where breezy fancy plays; Or echoes from the souls which find Expression's subtle ways. A beaming lamp to idea's feet Where sentinel thought abides; Or a guide to the soul's retreat, Where master man presides. A jewel trembling on the tongue, The index of the heart; The black mask from the spirit wrung, Revealing every part. A ship upon the sea of life, With all her sails aswell; Her cargo being the bread of life, Or the cindered dross of hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MY SISTER'S SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PASSIO XL MARTYRUM by ARTHUR E. BAKER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 7 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE KEEPING-ROOM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |