SAID God, "You sisters, ere ye go Down among men, my work to do, I will on each a badge bestow: Hope I love best, and gold for her, Yet a silver glory for Despair, For she is my angel too." Then like a queen, Despair Put on the stars to wear. But Hope took ears of corn, and round Her temples in a wreath them bound. Which think ye lookt the more fair? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION WHEN ALL IS DONE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON THE BURIED FLOWER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |