Who is this? An almoner By the lovely stoop of her, By her smiling, by her quick Footstep as she sought the sick. 'Tis a lovely almoner. But I ask not speech with her; I am going to my grave-bed, Something from my heart there smote - Coins for Charon's ferry-boat, Coins, give me coins for my dead." Fiercely did I press my tolls, And the figure changed its pace, Drew a veil across the face, Left me with my pagan-tongue: And a whispering came along - I am Mary of the Holy Souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 2: 25. THE VIRGIN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |