NOT in the heavens alone is Truth renowned; Sad human hearts, that seem to love her less, Even in mutiny her power confess: We speak in fables, and are compassed round With poesy, distilling song from sound, Colour from light, and hope from happiness; Subliming weakness, yearning, and distress, To that high faith wherewith our life is crowned. All fair deceits are prophets of the truth, E'en as the desert mirage tells a tale Of palms and wells, real, though far away: The star-bright hopes that light the world's dim youth Are not too brilliant, but too silvery pale, To sparkle still, when dawns the golden day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |