Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIOLIN SONGS: TO MY SISTER, ON HER TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY, by GEORGE MACDONALD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Old fables are not all a lie Last Line: The father at thy heart. Subject(s): God; Piety; Sisters | ||||||||
I. OLD fables are not all a lie That tell of wondrous birth, Of Titan children, father Sky, And mighty mother Earth. Yea, now are walking on the ground Sons of the mingled brood; Yea, now upon the earth are found Such daughters of the Good. Earth-born, my sister, thou art still A daughter of the sky; Oh, climb for ever up the hill Of thy divinity! To thee thy mother Earth is sweet, Her face to thee is fair; But thou, a goddess incomplete, Must climb the starry stair. II. Wouldst thou the holy hill ascend, Wouldst see the Father's face? To all his other children bend, And take the lowest place. Be like a cottage on a moor, A covert from the wind, With burning fire and open door, And welcome free and kind. Thus humbly doing on the earth The things the earthly scorn, Thou shalt declare the lofty birth Of all the lowly born. III. Be then thy sacred womanhood A sign upon thee set, A second baptismunderstood For what thou must be yet. For, cause and end of all thy strife, And unrest as thou art, Still stings thee to a higher life The Father at thy heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN FOR LANIE POO by AMIRI BARAKA CALMING KALI by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 1. CONVENT by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 4. TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS LIFE by LUCILLE CLIFTON FAR MEMORY: 6. KARMA by LUCILLE CLIFTON MY SISTER, THE QUEEN by EDWARD FIELD LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |
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