THIS, could I paint my inward sight, This were Our Lady of the Night: She bears on her front's lucency The starlight of her purity: For as the white rays of that star The union of all colours are, She sums all virtues that may be In her sweet light of purity. The mantle which she holds on high Is the great mantle of the sky. Think, O sick toiler, when the night Comes on thee, sad and infinite, Think, sometimes, 'tis our own Lady Spreads her blue mantle over thee, And folds the earth, a wearied thing, Beneath its gentle shadowing; Then rest a little; and in sleep Forget to weep, forget to weep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS |