HARK how my Celia, with the choice Music of her hand and voice, Stills the loud wind, and makes the wild Incensed boar and panther mild. Mark how those statues like men move, While men with wonder statues prove. This stiff rock bends to worship her, That idol turns idolater. Now see how all the new-inspir'd Images with love are fir'd; Hark how the tender marble groans, And all the late-transformed stones Court the fair nymph, with many a tear, Which she, more stony than they were, Beholds with unrelenting mind; Whilst they, amaz'd to see combin'd Such matchless beauty with disdain, Are all turn'd into stones again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JABBERWOCKY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |