UPON this day which hath but lately sped, Of all the saints, I saw a gracious band Of maidens pass; one moved a pace ahead And she was leading Love by her right hand. Forth from her eyes there issued such bright fire As seemed to me a spirit wrapped in flame: Seeking her face, emboldened by desire, I knew an angel's features were the same. And she, with kindness and calm courtesy, Saluted them whom fortune did so bless, Thus moving every heart to tenderness. I trow that up in heaven a star was born And came to comfort us on earth forlorn; Who tarrieth near to her, thrice happy he! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST BLEAKE'S HOUSE IN BLACKMWORE by WILLIAM BARNES AT HAWTHORNE'S GRAVE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |