Was it not worth the farewell to the sun, O caravan of rays through desert space, To bear the image of this lovely face? Now hurry with the beauty you have won. Where shall it not be known when you have run The shining leagues to your appointed place, And far and starry hamlets know that grace, So from the light new beauty may be spun? Marvel of animate ivory and fire! Proud head upcast with heaven-assailing gaze As if for flight! Nay, nay, you need not wings To reach the sky; for, elder to desire, Your image scatters on a million rays And, quivering with that beauty, aether sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM CORTEGE FOR ROSENBLOOM by WALLACE STEVENS CAPTAIN MORROW'S THANKSGIVING by LILLIE E. BARR NIGHTFALL by FLORENCE ASHLEY BELLER |