If any woman of us all, If any woman of the street, Before the Lord should pause and fall, And with her long hair wipe his feet; He, whom with yearning hearts we love, And fain would see with human eyes Around our living pathway move, And underneath our daily skies; The Maker of the heavens and earth, The Lord of life, the Lord of death, In whom the universe had birth But breathing of our breath one breath! - If any woman of the street Should kneel, and with the lifted mesh Of her long tresses wipe his feet, And with her kisses kiss their flesh, - How round that woman would we throng! How willingly would clasp her hands, Fresh from that touch divine, and long To gather up the twice-blest strands! How eagerly with her would change Our trivial innocence, nor heed Her shameful memories and strange, Could we but also claim that deed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 4, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE INCUNABULUM'S TALE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB ON THE PROSPECT OF ESTABLISHING A PANTISOCRACY IN AMERICA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |