O tell me whence that joy doth spring Whose diet is divine and fair, Which wears heaven, like a bridal ring, And tramples on doubts and despair? Whose eastern traffic deals in bright And boundless empyrean themes, Mountains of spice, day-stars and light, Green trees of life, and living streams? Tell me, O tell who did thee bring And here, without my knowledge, placed, Till thou didst grow and get a wing, A wing with eyes, and eyes that taste? Sure, @3holiness@1 the @3magnet@1 is, And @3love@1 the @3lure@1, that woos thee down; Which makes the high transcendent bliss Of knowing thee, so rarely known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE HERETIC: 1. BLASPHEMY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |