Author George Croly “Here from the mould to conscious being startThose finer forms, the miracles of art;Here chosen Gems, imprest on sulphur, shine,That slept for ages in a second mine.” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments