You are that belovèd thing Which, through all my seeking In silence or in speaking, I would find, and finding sing! You are that belovèd air Which, o'er all the chiming Of music or of rhyming, Reconciles my long despair. You are that belovèd sight Which, beyond life's fairest Or rich beauty's rarest, Fills my heart with true delight. You are that belovèd place Where, past all the portals To the pomp of mortals, Love perceives the courts of grace, And what splendors more,ah, well! Though I often fashion Songs of praise and passion, NowI lookbut cannot tell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET TO BRITAIN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PSALM 2 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |