BEYOND the sphere enfolding all the spheres Passeth the sigh that in my heart doth rise, And a new wisdom learns from Love in tears, By which he may attain unto the skies. When he hath reached the bourn of his desire Of lady throned in glory he hath sight, To whom his pilgrim spirit doth aspire, She shineth with so wonderful a light; On seeing her thus and telling it to me, His accents are too subtle to bear sense Unto the sorrowful heart that yearns to hear; Yet often of my gentle one doth he Hold converse, often naming Beatrice, whence I understand full well, O ladies dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL EROS TURANNOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TAKE HER, BREAK HER by ANACREON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE ANVIL OF SOULS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |