'Wrought in the troublous times of Italy By Sandro Botticelli,' when for fear Of that last judgment, and last day drawn near To end all labour and all revelry, He worked and prayed in silence. This is she That by the holy cradle sees the bier, And in spice gifts, the hyssop on the spear, And out of Bethlehem, Gethsemane. Between the gold sky and the green o'er head, The twelve great shining angels, garlanded, Marvel upon her face, wherein combine The mother's love that shone on all of us, And maiden rapture that makes luminous The brows of Margaret and Catherine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FIRST MOVIE by DAVID WAGONER ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ |