English Poetry. Jones Very. Beauty. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери)

Beauty

I gazed upon thy face—-and beating life,
Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast
And every thought whose being was a strife
Each in its silent chamber sank to rest;
I was not, save it were a thought of thee,
The world was but a spot where thou hadst trod,
From every star thy glance seemed fix on me,
Almost I loved thee better than my God.
And still I gaze—-but ‘tis a holier thought
Than that in which my spirit lived before,
Each star a purer ray of love has caught,
Earth wears a lovelier robe than then it wore,
And every lamp that burns around thy shrine
I fed with fire whose fountain is Divine.

Jones Very’s other poems:

1. The Light from Within
2. To the Hummingbird
3. Nature
4. He Gave Me No Meat
5. To the Fossil Flower

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Beauty (“WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease”)

Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Beauty (“LIBERAL Nature did dispence”)

John Harington (Джон Харингтон) Beauty (“Such colour had her face as when the sun”)

Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли) Beauty (“Say not of beauty she is good”)

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