I SAW thee once and nought discern'd For stranger to admire; A serious aspect, but it burn'd With no unearthly fire. Again I saw, and I confess'd Thy speech was rare and high; And yet it vex'd my burden'd breast, And scared, I knew not why. I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed On face, and form, and air; God's living glory round thee blazed -- A Saint -- a Saint was there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |