THEY say I have a constant heart, who know Not anything of how it turns and yields First here, first there; nor how in separate fields It runs to reap and then remains to sow; How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow Before a line of song, an antique vase, Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow. Yet they do well who name it with a name, For all its rash surrenders call it true. Though many lamps be lit, yet flame is flame; The sun can show the way, a candle too. The tribute to each fragment is the same Service to all of Beauty -- and her due. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE ANOTHER DARK LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |