JUNE'S sunshine on the broad porch shines Through tangled curtains of crossing vines; The restless dancing of the leaves Dusky webs of shadow weaves, That wander on the oaken floor, Or cross the threshold of the door. Scattered where'er their mazes run Lie little phantoms of the sun: Whatever chink the sunbeam found, Crooked or narrow, on the ground The shadowy image still is round. So the image of God in the heart of a man, Which truth makes, rifting as it can Through the narrow crooked ways Of our restless deeds and days, Still is His image -- bright or dim -- And scorning it is scorning Him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG DAY: MORNING by JOHN CUNNINGHAM SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN |