MAID of the mystic kirtle splashed with gold, Heavy with scent, scriptured with starry rune, You throbbed to life as wells a wonder tune, A tale of things no man on earth hath told. White silent wonder, nay are you indeed A song of souls hid in the world's arcane Whence through our soil they pour the golden strain, And flute their rapture through the flowering reed? Nay, while we pluck their paeans from our sod, Do ours sow theirs with rose and galingale? O dullard clay, this music breaks the veil, Chanting the great antiphone of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |