Perhaps they laughed at Dante in his youth, Told him that truth Had unappealably been said In the great masterpieces of the dead: -- Perhaps he listened and but bowed his head In acquiescent honour, while his heart Held natal tidings, -- that a new life is the part Of every man that's born, A new life never lived before, And a new expectant art; It is the variations of the morn That are forever, more and more, The single dawning of the single truth. So answers Dante to the heart of youth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A STRIP OF BLUE by LUCY LARCOM THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JUNE by EDMUND SPENSER MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THESEUS, SELECTION by BACCHYLIDES THE RIVER STOUR by WILLIAM BARNES LOVE'S WORD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |