Glad sight wherever new with old Is joined through some dear homeborn tie; The life of all that we behold Depends upon that mystery. Vain is the glory of the sky, The beauty vain of field and grove Unless, while with admiring eye We gaze, we also learn to love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TAKE HER, BREAK HER by ANACREON THE PRETTY REDHEAD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE GREAT ELM by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EUROCLYDON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN O, THE PLEASANT DAYS OF OLD! by FRANCES BROWNE |