Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay? On some green headland fronting to the East Our fairest boy shall kneel at break of day. Naked, uplifting in a laden tray New milk and honey and sweet-tinctured wine, Not without twigs of clustering apple-spray To wreath a garland for Our Lady's shrine. The morning planet poised above the sea Shall drop sweet influence through her drowsing lid; Dew-drenched, his delicate virginity Shall scarce disturb the flowers he kneels amid, That, waked so lightly, shall lift up their eyes, Cushion his knees, and nod between his thighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PILGRIMAGE by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY BRIDAL SERENADE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |