Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE VANITY OF VOWS, by RACHEL ANNAND TAYLOR



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THE VANITY OF VOWS, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: A soul of many longings entered late
Last Line: And, ere the morning quickened, she was dead.
Subject(s): Vanity


A SOUL of many longings entered late
A chapel like a jewel blazing bright,
And fell upon the altar-steps. All night
She held with hopes and agonies debate;
With tears the litanies love-passionate
Drenched her; triumphant colours burned her white;
And, as the incense flamed in silver light,
God sealed her to His own novitiate.

And then, because her eyes were charmed with peace,
And blinded by the stars new-born within
The lit sweet lids God's dreams had loverèd,—
Nine paces from that House of Ecstasies
Her feet were taken in the snares of sin;
And, ere the morning quickened, she was dead.





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