Up through the mud and gravel Beauty climbs To light plain things of earth in sun and wet, Till what we must have passed a thousand times We some day see, and never can forget! Strange how the thousand times fade out at last And leave the one time when our eyes could see -- How Beauty with a touch rubs out the Past, And sets a new mark up for memory. A boulder beautiful beyond belief, Witch-hazel blossoms bitten by the cold, Touched with a sudden beauty, bright and brief, Make pictures that we see till we are old; Ay, what has once been a transfigured thing Halts us, long after, with remembering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES CORYDON by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A VILLANELLE OF SPRING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE FIAMMETT: SONNET. OF FIAMMETTA SINGING by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |