MARY and her angels Floating in mid-air, Rapt, within a rainbow, Oh, but they are fair! Spun gold is the angels' hair, And Mary has a veil of mist, Thrice as fine as ladies' lace, Blown across her blossom face, Red and gold and amethyst, Flung and spread in the clouds there, With many a lovely curl and twist. Mary's roses, spilling Down into the sea, Float, and darken into rubies, Sapphires now they be. Lo, the wave-foam freakishly Climbs the rainbow in mid-air, Whirls a myriad wingy snows, Scattering lily where was rose, Pelts with pearl the angels' hair, And the Virgin's mantle free, Fluttering, celestial fair. Clouds, scudding and shifting, What is your new vagary? Where have you blown the angels, Breeze all contrary? Winds most unwary, You have turned their faces pale, You have driven them out to sea, That enchanting company. What have you given them for a sail? Only a golden rag so airy, Torn from Virgin Mary's veil! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE AN INDIGNATION DINNER by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE WET WASH by MARIANA BACHMAN THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PERMANENT BRAND by BERTON BRALEY |