EARTH was not Earth before her sons appeared, Nor Beauty Beauty ere young Love was born: And thou when I lay hidden wast as morn At city-windows, touching eyelids bleared; To none by her fresh wingedness endeared; Unwelcome unto revellers outworn. I the last echoes of Diana's horn In woodland heard, and saw thee come, and cheered. No longer wast thou then mere light, fair soul! And more than simple duty moved thy feet. New colours rose in thee, from fear, from shame, From hope, effused: though not less pure a scroll May men read on the heart I taught to beat: That change in thee, if not thyself, I claim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY RONDEL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN |