ONE silver star with evening's twilight strove; Mid the dark pines, which base and summit hide, A lone lamp glimmer'd on the mountain side, As 'twere that star reflected from above; The chapel of the Virgin! cold in love, And proud of heart, forbear ye to deride; Judge not his conscience, nor a brother chide, Though to yourselves a stumbling-block it prove. On this pure spot, its shrine with offerings hung, Its rock by knees of suppliant pilgrims worn, Intruding—dare I prayerless hence depart? "Hail! Virgin mother, highly blest!" my tongue Repeats the salutation, while my heart Bows down in worship to the Virgin-born. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN SAW YE JOHNNIE COMIN'? by JOANNA BAILLIE HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 62. FAREWELL TO JULIET (14) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |