AT Beauty's altar fervent acolyte, And favored candidate for priestly name, In object as in force adore aright Nor waste one breath of thy rare gift of flame; Nature, Artistic Form, Music, -- all these Are shapes where partial Beauty deigns to lie, And mediate, as with types and images, Between frail hearts and perfect Deity. From Thee a purer faith is due, -- to find The Beauty of Life, -- the Melody of Mind, -- Which the true Poet's quest never eludes: Speed Thou Philosophy's straight-onward flight, Aiming thy wings at that serenest height, Where Wordsworth stands, feeding the multitudes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE THE FAIR SINGER by ANDREW MARVELL CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE THE SPIRIT'S WARFARE by WILLIAM BLAKE THESE ALSO ARE LIVING by CARLOS BULOSAN TO A CERTAIN VERY UGLY BUILDING: THE ARMORY by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS FRAGMENT WRITTEN SHORTLY AFTER THE MARRIAGE OF MISS CHAWORTH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |