I SEE thee, gliding towards me with slow pace Across the azure fields of Paradise, Where thine each footstep makes a star arise. So from this heart's once void but infinite space Each strange sweet touch of thy celestial grace In the old mortal life, struck out some spark To light the world, though all my heaven lay dark. O Beatrice, cypresses enlace My laurels: none have grown save tear-bedewed -- Salt tears that sank into the earth unviewed, And sprang up green to form a crown of bays. Take it! At thy dear feet I lay my all, What men my honors, virtues, glories, call: I lived, loved, suffered, sung -- for thy sole praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN by GEORGE DARLEY HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES [OR, DOMINIONS] by WILLIAM WATSON |