SHE sang alone, ere womanhood had known The gift of song which fills the air to-day: Tender and sweet, a music all her own May fitly linger where she knelt to pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY'S DOOR by MARY OTTO ASHER TO BARON DE STONNE WITH AIKIN'S ESSAYS ON SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER |