BEAUTY still walketh on the earth and air, Our present sunsets are as rich in gold As ere the Iliad's music was out-roll'd; The roses of the Spring are ever fair, 'Mong branches green still ring-doves coo and pair, And the deep sea still foams its music old. So, if we are at all divinely soul'd, This beauty will unloose our bonds of care. 'T is pleasant, when blue skies are o'er us bending Within old starry-gated Poesy, To meet a soul set to no worldly tune, Like thine, sweet Friend! Oh, dearer this to me Than are the dewy trees, the sun, the moon, Or noble music with a golden ending. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON A SOUTHERN NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD READING LESSON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD |