WHEN for love it was fain of The wild heart was chidden, When the white limbs were clothed And the beauty was hidden; For the scorn that was done to The least of her graces, The Mother veiled over And hid from our faces The high soul of nature, The deep and the wonder, Her towers up in heaven, And the fairyland under. The Mother then whispered, "The wrong done by thee To the least limb of beauty Was done unto me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HIMALAYA by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG TO WISDOM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NEWS OF THE WORLD: 3 by GEORGE BARKER |