I think some saint of Eirinn wandering far Found you and brought you here -- Demoiselles! For so I greet you in this alien air! And like those maidens who were only known In their own land as daughters of the King, Children of Charlemagne -- You have, by following that pilgrim-saint, Become high vot'resses -- You have made your palace -- beauty dedicate, And your pomp serviceable: You stand beside our folds! I think you came from some old Roman land -- Most alien, but most Catholic you are: Your purple is the purple that enfolds, In Passion Week, the Shrine, Your scarlet is the scarlet of the wounds: You bring before our walls, before our doors, Lamps of the Sanctuary; And in this stony place The time the robin sings, Through your bells rings the Angelus! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 12. TO YONE NOGUCHI by GORDON BOTTOMLEY EVENSONG by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A TALE OF VILLAFRANCA; TOLD IN TUSCANY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A POEM FOR CHILDREN. ON CRUELTY TO THE IRRATIONAL CREATION by JANE CAVE THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE NUN'S PRIEST'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |