The bliss of heaven, Maria, shall be thine! Joy link'd to joy by amaranthine bond! And a fair harp of many strings divine Shall meet thy touch with unimagin'd sound! Meek angel-hood shall dwell within thine eye, Fed by the action of thy purer soul; Thy brow shall beam with fairer dignity - No more thy cheek shall blench with care's control, Nor yield its hues to changes of the heart, That beats with plenitude of life and woe, Taking all dyes that sorrow can impart, Or ever-shifting circumstance bestow - The prey of present pangs or after-smart, For ever feeling pain or missing bliss below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TETHYS' FESTIVAL: SHADOWS by SAMUEL DANIEL SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LUCY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A MOUNTAIN SOUL (KATHARINE COMAN) by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE SCYTHE STRUCK BY LIGHTING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO FORGIVE IS DIVINE by M. L. R. BRESLAR AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: THE LORDS WELCOME by THOMAS CAMPION YWAIN AND GAWAIN: THE WINNING OF THE LADY OF THE FOUNTAIN by CHRETIEN DE TROYES |