How well the soul responds With happy welcoming Unto the greeting of its kith and kind; Magnetic as the moon who draws the sea To her embrace, Soft as a feathered wing. She came to me, and in her face I saw God, and all men with faith in Him; She spoke, and in those tones All innocence and charity found voice; A presence seemed to walk before her form And greet me, saying, "Here am I, known to you always, And yet unknown!" I did not wonder whence or why, Only I knew a soul was here Who knew me well And called me silently; So, silently, I took her hand And smiled, and that was all, But well the soul responds Unto the greeting of its kin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE RECOLLECTION OF THE PEOPLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 32 by THOMAS CAMPION BLIND GUIDES by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK TO AN UNNAMED LADY by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE THE GATE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH |