I FAINT rememb'ring all that shook my will; How the light outposts even of paradise O'ercame me with the witchery of eyes Or delicate magic of the lips: how still A motion white and fugitive can thrill With longings that are immortalities. How, if the heart to these frail enemies Yields, can it hope to scale the heavenly hill, See beauty in its fulness, or endure The last temptation, which is but seeing The gorgeous shadow of all that is its own? That mirrored majesty is the last lure To hide from it its own immortal being. Heaven lies between the spirit and its throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 5. BY LITTLE AND LITTLE by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 150 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WRITTEN TO GAALDINE PRISON CAVES TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE A MINOR POET by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: TO IANTHE, AND CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |