Since thou hast given me these, Juliet, given me these, There have been tidings told of a great joy, Of peace on Earth, good-will without annoy. Thou hast put on my soul's infirmities And stooped to succour me, and thou hast trod The way of sorrows with me, on thy knees, Making thyself a little less than God, That I might worship him in womanhood, A new redemption. Therefore, Juliet, The choirs of Heaven multitudinous Make all their songs to thee this happy night, In praise of thy great love incarnate thus, A very "word made flesh" to dwell with us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SOLACE by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER COLUMBUS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE LONG AGO by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN TAYLOR BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON |