One day, I saw an unknown woman stand. She seemed to have descended from the skies; Wings graced her back, and heaven was in her eyes, Honey her mouth; and with a gentle hand The tired voyager, the drooping head, She guided to a pathway through life's shade. The human race with her was unafraid; She seemed to whisper: "Ye have been misled." Behind her awful monsters I could see, Quiet; Nero, in tears. At times She was so good she witless seemed to be. I bowed in worship, as at service chimes. ... She read my thought, and smiled me unto shame: You think me PITY ... JUSTICE is my name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS (THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE JUDGMENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES by MATHILDE BLIND |