Quote #9
Why hast thou nothing in thy face? Thou idol of the human race, Thou tyrant of the human heart, The flower of lovely youth that art.
More from Robert Bridges
- My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
- Surely thy body is thy mind, For in thy face is nought to find, Only thy soft unchristened smile, That shadows neither love nor guile.
- To-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.
- Angels' song, comforting as the comfort of Christ When he spake tenderly to his sorrowful flock.
- I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them.
- The constellated sounds ran sprinkling on earth's floor As the dark vault above with stars was spangled o'er.
- Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!
- On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves to life…