The more I've viewed this world, the more I've found, That, filled as 'tis with scenes and creatures rare, Fancy commands, within her own bright round, A world of scenes and creatures far more fair. Nor is it that her power can call up there A single charm, that's not from Nature won, -- No more than rainbows, in their pride, can wear A single tint unborrowed from the sun; But 'tis the mental medium it shines through, That lends to beauty all its charm and hue; As the same light, that o'er the level lake One dull monotony of luster flings, Will, entering in the rounded rain-drop, make Colors as gay as those on angels' wings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) |