How rich that forehead's calm expanse! How bright that heaven-directed glance! ''"Waft her to glory, wingfhd Powers, Ere sorrow be renewed, And intercourse with mortal hours Bring back a humbler mood! So looked Cecilia when she drew An Angel from his station; So looked; not ceasing to pursue Her tuneful adoration! But hand and voice alike are still; No sound here sweeps away the will That gave it birth: in service meek One upright arm sustains the cheek, And one across the bosom lies''" That rose, and now forgets to rise, Subdued by breathless harmonies Of meditative feeling; Mute strains from worlds beyond the skies, Through the pure light of female eyes, Their sanctity revealing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 13 by OMAR KHAYYAM ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE FRIENDSHIP; A SONNET by ALFRED TENNYSON AN ANCIENT GODDESS; IN TWO PICTURES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |