Dim face of Beauty haunting all the world, Fair face of Beauty all too fair to see, Where the lost stars adown the heavens are hurled, There, there alone for thee May white peace be. For here, where all the dreams of men are whirled Like sere torn leaves of autumn to and fro, There is no place for thee in all the world, Who driftest as a star, Beyond, afar. Beauty, sad face of Beauty, Mystery, Wonder, What are these dreams to foolish babbling men? Who cry with little noises 'neath the thunder Of ages ground to sand, To a little sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS FROM POOLS OF DEEPER THOUGHT by MAUDE HARDY ARNOLD FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH by THALIA BELL PSALM 71 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 34 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MR. MERRY'S LAMENT FOR LONG TOM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD O'CONNOR'S CHILD; OR, THE FLOWER OF LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING by THOMAS CAMPBELL |