Beauty, by my door, Lord, help me swing it wide, That I may bring the joy Of loveliness inside. Beauty drifting there In lilac's lavender, And shaking frail white plumes In all the winds astir. I, who at night have craved That stars bend down to me, Who, days on end, have begged For union with each tree, Am answered now at last With beauty in my hand -- Spring comes -- Lord, give me grace That I may understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON THE CLOUDS: SONG [OR CHORUS] OF THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES |