EVEN Genius may weary the sight By too fierce and too constant a blaze; But Affection, mild planet of night, Grows lovelier the longer we gaze. ... When Time, at the end of his race, Shall expire with expiring mankind, It shall stand on its permanent base, It shall last till the wreck of the mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLOGNE; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE GOD'S ACRE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |