YET was there one ... Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipped In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who looked all native to her place.... Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PRODIGAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NIMROD WARS WITH THE ANGELS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE SONG OF THE BIRDS, WHO HEARS by EDWARD CARPENTER |