HER face is hushed in perfect calm, Her lips half-open hint the psalm The angels sing, who wear God's palm: And in her eyes a liquid light, With somewhat of a starry sheen, Comes welling upward from the white And vestal soul that throbs within. A golden tangle is her hair That holds the sunlight in its snare; And one pure lily she doth wear In her white robe: and she doth seem A flower-like creature, who will fade If suns strike down too rude a beam, Or winds blow roughly on her shade. The golden ladders of the Dawn Meet at her feet, where on the lawn She stands, in tender thought withdrawn: And little wonder would it be, If on those slanting stairs she trod, And, with one farewell smile toward me, Were caught into the smile of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER IN THE MEADOWS by LEONIE ADAMS THE CALL OF THE DESERT by EMILY BALDWIN TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON THE FOURFOLD ASPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NOSTALGIA by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHO SHALL COMMAND THE HEART (2) by EDWARD CARPENTER |