This bears the seal of immortality, For every soul that reads it feels the search Of answering thought, and thousands there may be Saying at once, “How straight that looks at me!” Nor child nor fool it leaveth in the lurch; But, like the eyes that mark great Guido’s fame, It follows every one, as if by name.
I Do affirm that thou hast saved the race As much as thou hast ever made it lose: Men of quick action may thy name abuse, But the world’s life and theirs attest thy grace. An hour of thee doth sometimes turn the face Of men and kingdoms, bidding them refuse What, chosen last, it had been death...
This bears the seal of immortality, For every soul that reads it feels the search Of answering thought, and thousands there may be Saying at once, “How straight that looks at me!” Nor child nor fool it leaveth in the lurch; But, like the eyes that mark great Guido’s fame, It follows every...
As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear, While long and low the wind about them grieves: The heart of Autumn must have broken here, And poured its treasure out upon the leaves.
I do affirm that thou hast saved the race As much as thou hast ever made it lose: Men of quick action may thy name abuse, But the world’s life and theirs attest thy grace. An hour of thee doth sometimes turn the face Of men and kingdoms, bidding them refuse What, chosen last, it had been death...
Oh, frame some little word for me None else shall ever hear or see,— Something my soul can call her own, When suddenly she feels alone; Something that she can take away When God shall draw the veil of clay; Something that thou wilt know her by Among the billions of the sky; Something no other...
