HER face is hushed in perfect calm, Her lips half-open hint the psalm The angels sing, who wear God's palm: And in her eyes a liquid light, With somewhat of a starry sheen, Comes welling upward from the white And vestal soul that throbs within. A golden tangle is her hair That holds the sunlight in its snare; And one pure lily she doth wear In her white robe: and she doth seem A flower-like creature, who will fade If suns strike down too rude a beam, Or winds blow roughly on her shade. The golden ladders of the Dawn Meet at her feet, where on the lawn She stands, in tender thought withdrawn: And little wonder would it be, If on those slanting stairs she trod, And, with one farewell smile toward me, Were caught into the smile of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERITAGE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 32. AL-KHABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |