Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 8. TO M. W., ON HER BIRTHDAY, by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born Last Line: Through time, and part it from eternity. Variant Title(s): Sonnet To - , On Her Birth-day;to Irene On Her Birthday Subject(s): Birthdays; Transcendentalism | ||||||||
MAIDEN, when such a soul as thine is born, The morning-stars their ancient music make, And, joyful, once again their song awake, Long silent now with melancholy scorn; And thou, not mindless of so blest a morn, By no least deed its harmony shalt break, But shalt to that high chime thy footsteps take, Through life's most darksome passes unforlorn; Therefore from thy pure faith thou shalt not fall, Therefore shalt thou be ever fair and free, And in thine every motion musical As summer air, majestic as the sea, A mystery to those who creep and crawl Through Time, and part it from Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY MIRA CAN'T GO BACK TO HER OLD HOUSE by MIRABAI MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ODE TO A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE HEART'S CURE by ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER THE HOUSE OF REST by JULIA WARD HOWE SHIPWRECK IN HAVEN: 5 by KEITH WALDROP AFTER THE BURIAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |
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