Nature is a temple whose living spires Send mingled words at times upon the air; Man journeys through a wood of symbols there That kindle, as he goes, with friendly fires. As long-drawn echoes in a far-off bond Blend in a deep and shadowed unity, Vast as the night and as vast clarity, Color and sound and fragrance correspond. Some perfumes are as fresh as the cheek of a child, Sweet as the hautboy, as the meadow green, Others are triumphant, rich, defiled, With all the expansion of infinite things, Of amber, incense, musk, and benzoin, Where the transport of the soul and the senses sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GEORGE GRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL |