Daughter of Portinari, thou hast met This eve the bard of Hell and Paradise: By love's own hand the very hour was set For thy glad greeting, and his sweet surprise. In that short interview his loving eye Hath seized thy fair belongings, and distrain'd Thy crimson gown to dress his dreams with joy, And flame across his lonely hours. He gain'd A prize in meeting thee, and thou hast part Henceforth in him, to all his fame allied: For thou hast pass'd into a poet's heart, To be his Beatrice, his angel-guide. Hail! little handmaid of a great renown, With thine eight summers and thy crimson gown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOME (2) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 8 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MISS MILLY O'NAIRE by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER |