"No I won't," said the stone "All I am is my own." But, see! tempered steel Has struck from it chips! Lo, ennobled! lo, graced, Growth comes from this waste! Till live have to feel After lovelier lips, Which triumphant in form Though cold yet look warm! "No sullen stone I; Take all of me! all!" they cry; "Though no touch can thrill me, Nor passion unchill me, From heart, mind, and eye I claim an elation Much nearer true bliss Than is found in a kiss. Rapt contemplation Wherein the whole will Is content to lie still!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN: A CROCODILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO M. I. by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |