Of this bad world the loveliest and the best Has smiled and said 'Good Night,' and gone to rest LADY ! Lady ! Upon Heaven-height, Above the harsh morning In the mere light. Above the spindrift And above the snow, Where no seas tumble, And no winds blow. The twisting tides, And the perilous sands Upon all sides Are in your holy hands. The wind harries And the cold kills; But I see your chapel Over far hills. My body is frozen, My soul is afraid: Stretch out your hands to me, Mother and maid. Mother of Christ, And Mother of me, Save me alive From the howl of the sea. If you will Mother me Till I grow old, I will hang in your chapel A ship of pure gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOAT PATHS by JAMES STEPHENS THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AND BLISS CARMAN by BERTON BRALEY TO THE SIGHING STREPHON by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 31 by THOMAS CAMPION |