TRUTH is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange being's party-coloured web. How rich the converse! 'Tis a vein of ore Emerging now and then on Earth's rude breast, But flowing full below. Like islands set At distant intervals on Ocean's face, We see it on our course; but in the depths The mystic colonnade unbroken keeps Its faithful way, invisible but sure. Oh, if it be so, wherefore do we men Pass by so many marks, so little heeding? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A COWBOY ALONE WITH HIS CONSCIENCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS DEAD LOVE by MARY MATHEWS ADAMS TO EMILY DICKINSON by MARY BOWEN BRAINERD LITTLE MATTIE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NEW LIFE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR COMPLAYNT D'AMOURS; AN AMOROUS COMPLAINT, MADE AT WINDSOR by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |