BEYOND the sphere which spreads to widest space Now soars the sigh that my heart sends above; A new perception born of grieving Love Guideth it upward the untrodden ways. When it hath reached unto the end, and stays, It sees a lady round whom splendors move In homage; till, by the great light thereof Abashed, the pilgrim spirit stands at gaze. It sees her such, that when it tells me this Which it hath seen, I understand it not, It hath a speech so subtile and so fine. And yet I know its voice within my thought Often remembereth me of Beatrice: So that I understand it, ladies mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE CORNELIAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOM MOONEY by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON |