Grace, Beauty, and Caprice
Build this golden portal;
Graceful women, chosen men,
Dazzle every mortal.
Their sweet and lofty countenance
His enchanted food;
He need not go to them, their forms
Beset his solitude.
He looketh seldom in their face,
His eyes explore the ground,--
The green grass is a looking-glass
Whereon their traits are found.
Little and less he says to them,
So dances his heart in his breast;
Their tranquil mien bereaveth him
Of wit, of words, of rest.
Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much deceived Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.
Forms of life! ! Manners! Muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
beautiful and truthful heart seeks the peaceful environment wherever it goes whenever in awakening and sleeping in happy and sorrow always////////
Beauty and truth in the hands of tyrants have no chance for survival in this world but have great spell in the hearts of many ever! Nice poem to read! !
Too weak to win, too fond to shun The tyrants of his doom, The much deceived Endymion Slips behind a tomb. very fine poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too weak to win, too fond to shun The tyrants of his doom, The much deceived Endymion Slips behind a tomb. very good poem. tony