O CHILD of Uranus, wanderer down all times, Darkling, from farthest ages of the Earth the same Strange tender figure, full of grace and pity, Yet outcast and misunderstood of men— Thy Woman-soul within a Man's form dwelling, [Was Adam perchance like this, ere Eve from his side was drawn?] So gentle, gracious, dignified, complete, With man's strength to perform, and pride to suffer without sign, And feminine sensitiveness to the last fibre of being; Strange twice-born, having entrance to both worlds— Loved, loved by either sex, And free of all their lore! I see thee where down all of Time thou comest; And women break their alabaster caskets, kiss and anoint thy feet, and bless the womb that bare thee, While in thy bosom with thee, lip to lip, Thy younger comrade lies. Lord of the love which rules this changing world, Passing all partial loves, this one complete—the Mother love and sex-emotion blended— I see thee where for centuries thou hast walked, Lonely, the world of men, Saving, redeeming, drawing all to thee, Yet outcast, slandered, pointed of the mob, Misjudged and crucified. Dear Son of heaven—long suffering wanderer through the wildernesses of civilisation— The day draws nigh when from these mists of ages Thy form in glory clad shall reappear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MAD SCULPTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TAKING IT FROM THE BOY by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: A REMEMBRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |