A BLANK unshapely mass but yesterday, As void of beauty as a clod of clay; Behold, a miracle! -- for now it seems A form to haunt the midnight of our dreams! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE GARRISON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE THE LUNCH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SAILOR; A ROMAIC BALLAD by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN ASPIRATIONS: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND |