YOU ask me how this wonder came about. 'Twas thus it happened: I, that day, alone Still weak and wrapped in white and without thought, Had wandered forth towards the dial stone. No voice had told me to prepare a throne For my King's coming; neither had I wrought New robes for him, nor woven any crown, Nor any speech my stammering lips had taught. He came unheralded. His dark eyes were His only messengers for my delight. These told me of his presence and his will, And bade me fear not I was less than fair, But that ever more thus clothed in white His grace should find. And so I serve him still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH by JOHN MILTON OF A CONTENTED MIND [OR, SPIRIT] by THOMAS VAUX EPITAPH ON SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |