LOVERS think that they alone possess A sense of beauty. They ascribe all graces To their love; seeing earth's wintry places Warmed and enchanted, they suppose and guess Their own illusion makes the loveliness. They dream their flame illumines the dim spaces Of the sky; they think the earth embraces No charm but that their pleasure can express. Yet we, who shun romance, find beauty near; A stillness in the air when summer's gone; On the fine winter stem hang subtle fruits; We like to see the slender willow spear; We like red weeds and branches blackly drawn, And the white snow embroidered with brown roots. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE TO IMAGINATION (2) by EMILY JANE BRONTE TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |