|Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:|
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IXXI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 18611889
|By Theodore Dwight Woolsey (18011889)|
[Eros, and Other Poems. Printed for Private Circulation.
| ||Plato, who alone of all the Greeks touched the porch of truth.|
EUSEB., Præp. Evangel., XIII., 14.
I STOOD, methought, fast by heavens outer gate,
| When Plato, blindfold, humbly to the door|
| Came with weak steps, if he might venture oer|
|The threshold doubting, or without must wait.|
|When he, who in the Masters bosom lay,|| 5|
| And saw the mysteries nearest to the throne,|
| Drew nigh, and led the mild enthusiast on|
|Up to the Eternal Word, Heavens fount of day.|
|There, said the Apostle to the kindred mind,|
| Dwells truth, whose shadows thou wast fain to trace;|| 10|
|There beauty, which thy dreams wandered to find;|
| There love, which swells beyond the souls embrace.|
|Then loosed the bandage, and the sage, no more|
|A sage but saint, beheld and knelt to adore.|