I LET me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its loveliness Had other aims than my delight. II About my path there flits a Fair, Who throws me not a word or sign; I'll charm me with her ignoring air, And laud the lips not meant for mine. III From manuscripts of moving song Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown I'll pour out raptures that belong To others, as they were my own. IV And some day hence, toward Paradise And all its blest - if such should be - I will lift glad, afar-off eyes, Though it contain no place for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA NURSING HOME: THE DOLL by KAREN SWENSON TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |