She, without eyes, sees more than I who know Each dawn's thin flicker and each star's frail glow. She, without ears, hears more than I, beset With songs and nestlings subtle as the fret Of sun in leaves. She looks within, within: And hears the echo of the Seraphim! O eyes of me and ears of me, that seem Such happy handmaids to my Lord of Dream, Be humble! Bow yourselves and stand apart. Your visions fade before her high, pure heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN; WRITTEN IN THE GROUNDS OF MARTIN COLE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON MR. STOTHARD TO MR. CROMEK by WILLIAM BLAKE IN THE NIGHT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 26 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 46 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH DELIVERANCE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |