
Answering a complaint that age strips nature of its youthful glow, the speaker contrasts a lens that colors objects with one that reveals them clearly. The speaker recalls beauty mingled with terror at Asolo, then accepts a voice's counsel to regard nature as God's friendly works and God as transcending them.
By Robert Browning · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Philosophical Poetry, Religious Poetry · 481 words
"The Poet's age is sad: for why? / In youth, the natural world could show / No common object but his eye / At once involved with alien glow -- / His own soul's iris-bow.
"And now a flower is just a flower: / Man, bird, beast are but beast, bird, man -- / Simply themselves, uncinct by dower / Of dyes which, when life's day began, / Round each in glory ran."
aging · perception · nature · religious awe · divine transcendence
Prologue to Asolando is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Browning, dated Date unknown.
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