My blessed Mother dozing in her chair On Christmas Day seemed an embodied Love, A comfortable Love with soft brown hair Softened and silvered to a tint of dove, A better sort of Venus with an air Angelical from thoughts that dwell above, A wiser Pallas in whose body fair Enshrined a blessed soul looks out thereof. Winter brought Holly then; now Spring has brought Paler and frailer Snowdrops shivering; And I have brought a simple humble thought -- I her devoted duteous Valentine --, A lifelong thought which thrills this song I sing, A lifelong love to this dear Saint of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH TO ONE WHO ASKS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IT WAS DEEP APRIL by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY CASTLE GORDON (2) by ROBERT BURNS |