. PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay Yon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape; Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape, Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day; Which stopped that band of travellers on their way, Ere they were lost within the shady wood; And showed the Bark upon the glassy flood For ever anchored in her sheltering bay. Soul-soothing Art! whom Morning, Noontide, Even, Do serve with all their changeful pageantry; Thou, with ambition modest yet sublime, Here, for the sight of mortal man, hast given To one brief moment caught from fleeting time The appropriate calm of blest eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG MY FRIEND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A SONG OF GOUNOD'S by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON PLEA FOR CHARITY by ALICE CARY |