 | Poems by William Wetmore Story |  |
[XVI. The Imperfect hath a charm the Perfect cannot own]
The Imperfect hath a charm the Perfect cannot own;
From satisfaction Hope ungirds her flashing zone.
From satisfaction Hope ungirds her flashing zone.
No perfect, Nature shapes; she only hints in each,
And tantalizes with her partly finished speech.
And tantalizes with her partly finished speech.
| Poems by William Wetmore Story | |