The sculptor in the marble found Her hidden from the world around, As in a donjon keep; With gentle hand he took away The coverlet that o'er her lay, But left her fast asleep. And still she slumbers; e'en as he Who saw in far futurity What now before us lies -- The fairest vision that the stream Of night, subsiding, leaves agleam Beneath the noonday skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE A DISAPPOINTMENT by JOANNA BAILLIE SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FOR A ROYAL WEDDING, 29 JULY 1981 by JOHN BETJEMAN RECOGNITION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |