THERE in her old-world garden smiles A symbol of the world's desire, Striving with quaint and lovely wiles To bind to earth the soul of fire. And while I sit and listen there, The robe of Beauty falls away From universal things to where Its image dazzles for a day. Away! the great life calls; I leave For Beauty, Beauty's rarest flower; For Truth, the lips that ne'er deceive; For Love, I leave Love's haunted bower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN BROTHER BENEDICT by ALFRED AUSTIN SONG OF THE EARTHLINGS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LINCOLN (2) by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK THE WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A RUSTIC SONG by ANTHONY C. DEANE |