The world His cradle is; The stars His worshippers; His "place on earth," the mother's kiss On lips new pressed to hers. For she alone to Him In perfect light appears, The one horizon never dim With penitential tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT DO I CARE by SARA TEASDALE F. DE SAMARA TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE THE ROSE TREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FRAGMENT OF AN 'ANTIGONE' by MATTHEW ARNOLD |