AH, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer's age Bred to be a hero's wage. 'Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form Of such noble lines,' I said, 'Such a delicate high head, All that sternness amid charm, All that sweetness amid strength?' Ah, but peace that comes at length, Came when Time had touched her form. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 12 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |