''"'''they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away.''' Those words were uttered as in pensive mood We turned, departing from that solemn sight: A contrast and reproach to gross delight, And life's unspiritual pleasures daily wooed! But now upon this thought I cannot brood; It is unstable as a dream of night; Nor will I praise a cloud, however bright, Disparaging Man's gifts, and proper food. Grove, isle, with every shape of sky-built dome, Though clad in colours beautiful and pure, Find in the heart of man no natural home: The immortal Mind craves objects that endure: These cleave to it; from these it cannot roam, Nor they from it: their fellowship is secure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |