Of Beatrice de' Portinari, on All Saints' Day Last All Saints' holy-day, even now gone by, I met a gathering of damozels: She that came first, as one doth who excels, Had Love with her, bearing her company: A flame burned forward through her steadfast eye, As when in living fire a spirit dwells: So, gazing with the boldness which prevails O'er doubt, I knew an angel visibly. As she passed on, she bowed her mild approof And salutation to all men of worth, Lifting the soul to solemn thoughts aloof. In Heaven itself that lady had her birth, I think, and is with us for our behoof: Blessed are they who meet her on the earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD TO CHORRERA by ARLO BATES ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER WOODNOTES: 2 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON I HAVE LOVED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TWELVE SONNETS: 7. PERFECT UNION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) MORNING TWILIGHT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE QUATORZAINS: 9. TO MY LYRE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE CHIEF AMONG TEN THOUSAND (SONG OF SOLOMON) by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |