SAY, who is he in deserts seen, Or at the twilight hour? Of garb austere, and dauntless mien, Measured in speech, in purpose keen, Calm as in Heaven he had been, Yet blithe when perils lower. My Holy Mother made reply, "Dear child, it is my Priest. The world has cast me forth, and I Dwell with wild earth and gusty sky; He bears to men my mandates high, And works my sage behest. "Another day, dear child, and thou Shalt join his sacred band. Ah! well I deem, thou shrinkest now From urgent rule, and severing vow; Gay hopes flit round, and light thy brow; Time hath a taming hand!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE RELIGIO LAICI; OR, A LAYMAN'S FAITH by JOHN DRYDEN THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO HER OWN OLD AGE by ALICE MEYNELL WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |