AN ECCE HOMO, BY LEONARDO DA VINCI. I MET that image on a mirthful day Of youth; and, sinking with a stilled surprise, The pride of life, before those holy eyes, In my quick heart died thoughtfully away, Abashed to mute confession of a sway Awful, though meek. And now that, from the strings Of my soul's lyre, the tempest's mighty wings Have struck forth tones which then unwakened lay; Now that, around the deep life of my mind, Affections, deathless as itself, have twined, Oft does the pale, bright vision still float by; But more divinely sweet, and speaking @3now@1 Of One whose pity, throned on that sad brow, Sounded all depths of love, grief, death, humanity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MAIDEN'S CHOICE by CAROLYN M. BARBER A 'FIRST IMPRESSION': TOKYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |