BY THOR WALDSEN, IN TRINITY COLLEGE LIBRARY, CAMBRIDGE 'Tis strange that I, who haply might have met Thy living self - who sought to hide the flaws In thy great fame, and, though I ne'er had set Eyes on thee, heard thee singing without pause, And long'd to see thee, should, alas! detect The Thyrza-sorrow first on sculptured brows, And know thee best in marble! Fate allows But this poor intercourse; high and erect Thou hold'st thy head, whose forward glance beholds All forms that throng this learned vestibule; Women and men, and boys and girls from school, Who gaze with admiration all uncheck'd On thy proud lips, and garment's moveless folds, So still, so calm, so purely beautiful! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FOREIGN LANDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO THE DEAD MISTRESS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 79 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 78 by BLISS CARMAN |