ETERNAL Justice, who dost all things weigh, In those strict balances thou keep'st above, Against the scale whose only load is Love Sitting, a child, with fiery darts at play, Ere yet thou puttest in our deeds to-day Charge them with living metal till they prove Able to bid thy needle cease to move And to its rest thy beam exactly sway. Then, not too heavy with excess of fear And anger, nor too airy, rash, and light— Either deserving naught of thee but thence Worthless to be cast out—let them appear Under thy smile poised equal with that bright Exalted and perpetual Innocence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COLONIAL MORNING DREAM by KAREN SWENSON PLACES: 4. EVENING (NAHANT) by SARA TEASDALE HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING LUCY (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON IDYLL 6. CLEODAMUS AND MYRSON by BION |