TRUTH cut on high in tablets of hewn stone, Or on great columns gorgeously adorned, Perchance were left alone, Passed by and scorned; But Truth enchased upon a jewel rare, A man would keep, and next his bosom wear. So, many an hour, I sit and carve my gems -- Ten spoiled, for one in purer beauty set: Not for kings' diadems -- Some amulet That may be worn o'er hearts that toil and plod, -- Though but one pearl that bears the name of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON by GEOFFREY CHAUCER FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE THE QUESTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DECEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |