As when there peal along the astonished air Joy-bells of some exuberant town at play, Laughing and shouting in its holiday; And blind to apprehension, deaf to care, One standing in the noisy market-square, Pausing an instant, pondering -- if he may, -- Will hear above the riot loud and gay The vast cathedral-organ boom for prayer; So when I hold your beauty in my arms, Above the tumult of the pulse there rings A music welling from diviner things; Your soul reveals to me her nobler charms, And in the light that dazzles and disarms, My too vainglorious spirit droops her wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALSTED STREET CAR by CARL SANDBURG THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG |