Stranger alike to traffic's clamor crude And to joy's throbbing, intricate design, He stands serene. A formula, a line, With changeless beauty is by him endued. Striver for truth's perfection, no light mood May move him. Differential, axiom, sign, Bring to him glimpses of the far divine, Marking the boundaries of finitude. By Euclid's theorems cramped, he seeks new spheres, And walks in high, far ways forever free, Toils with awed vision through the ordered years, Till, from the all-but-handled harmony, In some grave vision Deity appears, And in a graph he finds Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |