His tongue was framed to music, And his hand was armed with skill, His face was the mould of beauty, And his heart the throne of will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY WANDERER by PERCY ADDLESHAW MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN NOONTIDE REST by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY |