FAIR am I, mortals, as a stone-carved dream, And all men wound themselves against my breast, The poet's last desire, the loveliest. Voiceless, eternal as the world I seem, In the blue air, strange sphinx, I brood supreme With heart of snow whiter than swan's white crest, No movement mars the plastic line—I rest With lips untaught to laugh or eyes to stream. Singers who see, in trancèd interludes, My splendor set with all superb design, Consume their days, in toilful ecstasy. To these revealed, the starry amplitudes Of my great eyes which make all things divine Are crystal mirrors of eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE |