Beauty! thou art a wanderer on the earth, And hast no temple in the fairest isle Or city over-sea, where wealth and mirth And all the Graces, all the Muses, smile. Thou art a wanderer, Beauty! like the rays That now upon the platan, now upon The sleepy lake, glance quick or idly gaze, And now are manifold and now are none. In more than one bright form hast thou appeared, In more than one sweet dialect hast thou spoken: Beauty! thy spells the heart within me heard, Grieved that they bound it, grieves that they are broken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH JAZZONIA by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES SEVEN TIMES TWO [ - ROMANCE] by JEAN INGELOW AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN WHEN THE FOLKS COME ALONG by FREDERICK L. ALLEN CARTOONS OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by STIRLING BOWEN |