COLD, quite cold, I could only see Beauty of curve and line, I could not find that deeper thing That secret which dwells in everything, I could not make it mine. The marble stood so cold and still, And yet within her breast, I knew lay hid a wondrous spell To open dreams too fair to tell, Where I might stay and rest. I find it ever in the flowers, In tints and perfumes sweet, And in the silent stars at night, And in the rays of sun-set light Their meaning is complete. I cried for light to find it here, And waited, till one day The hand that hid the wondrous gift Came from the past the clouds to lift And drew the veil away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WHITE SNOW by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE CESAR FRANCK by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LYNTON VERSES: 5 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE STUDENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DISSONANCES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE PARIAH by JAMES EDWIN CAMPBELL |