The
Verses
Rest
Their
Head
Strong
And
Stubborn
In
There
Garden
Of
Enchantment
There
Beauty
Visits
On
Rare
Nights
To
view
from
time
to
time
The
Collected
Verses.
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What a remarkable personification of both POETRY and BEAUTY. The verses themselves need to be restored by a sojourn in a garden world, but then they have to go back to the world of contingency and hardship. (It has to be hard to be a poem living and ignored in today's literary world ruled by novels!) . I am strangely touched by this poem - it has the objective tone of sacred myth, there is not a trace of sentimentality. What speaks clearly is a sympathetic irony.