It is most true, that eyes are formed to serve The inward light; and that the heavenly part Ought to be king, from whose rules who do swerve, Rebels to Nature, strive for their own smart. It is most true, what we call Cupid's dart, An image is, which for ourselves we carve; And, fools, adore in temple of our heart, Till that good god make Church and churchmen starve. True, that true beauty virtue is indeed, Whereof this beauty can be but a shade, Which elements with mortal mixture breed; True, that on earth we are but pilgrims made, And should in soul up to our country move; True; and yet true, that I must Stella love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS AT PORT ROYAL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MOON RIDER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE AUTHOR'S LAST WORDS TO HIS STUDENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |