He bore her to his home 'twixt life and death, By mute connivance of the slumbering streets, Bore her redeemed to a new world of breath And peace divine, belike the Paraclete's. There lay she in his hands for many days Speechless, unasking,—only in her soul The wonder grew at love's mysterious ways Which had outwitted grief and proved her fool. Ay, fool in sooth, unblest by her own will, Yet now by chiding of love's guidance blest, Who, sparing all, of all now found her fill, And lost to love was now of love the guest. Dreaming she lay, with visions in her eyes Of a new world where women all were wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE NOT by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES LOGOGRIPH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |