WELL might thine awful image thus arise With that high calm upon thy regal brow, And the deep, solemn sweetness in those eyes, Unto the glorious artist! Who but thou The fleeting forms of beauty can endow For him with permanence? who make those gleams Of brighter life, that colour his lone dreams, Immortal things? Let others @3trembling@1 bow, Angel of Death! before thee; -- not to those Whose spirits with Eternal Truth repose, Art thou a fearful shape! And oh! for @3me@1, How full of welcome would thine aspect shine, Did not the cords of strong affection twine So fast around my soul, it @3cannot@1 spring to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD LINES TO HANNAH AND PHOEBE by BERNARD BARTON THE GREAT ADVENTURE (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS) by BERTON BRALEY THE DISAPPOINTED TENDERFOOT by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL |