Explore "Never Yet, Love, in Earth's Lifetime" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Never yet, love, in earth's lifetime, / Hath any cunningest minstrel / Told the one seventh of wisdom, / Ravishment, ecstasy, transport, / Hid in the hue of the hyacinth's / Purple in springtime.
Not in the lyre of Orpheus, / Not in the songs of Musaeus, / Lurked the unfathomed bewitchment / Wrought by the wind in the grasses, / Held by the rote of the sea-surf, / In early summer.
Only to exquisite lovers, / Fashioned for beauty's fulfilment, / Mated as rhythm to reed-stop / Whence the wild music is moulded, / Ever appears the full measure / Of the world's wonder.