Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by ALBERT COOTE First Line: Your souls are blinded and your eyes deceived Last Line: And search her out with unencumbered eyes. Subject(s): Beauty | ||||||||
Your souls are blinded and your eyes deceived, Ye who find Beauty in a passing rose, Singing the wonder of each bud that blows And sighing how the senses are bereaved When a frail flower fades before the wind. She has no place in earthly lovelinss And few are they whose straining hearts may guess That she is but a phantom of the mind. Beauty is Song, interminably sung; The whisper of the wind among the trees, The verveless drone of clover-seeking bees, Or music on a winging sky-lark's tongue. Know these as her etherial disguise And search her out with unencumbered eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
|