Oft wet with tears on haloed ground Where love and sorrow's treasure grew, Like saintly things would be, I found The fullest measure beauty knew. To one whom nature has appealed, Whom beauty giveth keen delight, There on a grave was love revealed In blossoms sweet at dusk of night. Ah, this was peace, all troubles eased: 'Tis loveliness like this that brings The gripping thought with which I'm seized. You, God, alone, could make such things. A contrast shown in blossoms fresh, The beauty infinite of soul, The fleeting glamor of the flesh Forgotten soon and death its goal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE MUSIC OF HUNGARY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |