WHEN first, on that fair morn of May, Thou cam'st across my pilgrim way, My joy was shaded by much fear; Thy hair, all made of very light, Seemed almost too supremely bright For earth, -- I asked Why wert Thou here? But when I watched those eyes below, So clear, yet darkling like the flow Of waters in a silent cave; I felt they were of human birth, Of Earth, though of the best of Earth; Quietly lucid, sweetly grave. Dear child! by Nature double-dowered, Thee I would surely deem empowered A great ensample-work to do; To show that Man, however crowned With rays of Heavenly Love, is bound To Earth's serene Affections too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND ON THE LIFE OF MAN by WALTER RALEIGH AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BASSE |