FOR thee this woven garland have I braided And bring it, lady, from a virgin field, Where never shepherd dares to feed his flocks Nor ever comes the scythe; unsullied, it Is traversed only by the vernal bee, Tended with river-dew by Modesty. But those who need no teaching -- for their hearts Belong to shamefastness in everything -- Those have the right to reap it, not the evil. Do thou, beloved lady, take this garland From reverent hands to bind thy golden hair. Alone of men I have this privilege; To you I speak, with you keep company, Your voice I hear, but may not see your face. May my last course be as my life began. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE THE DISMANTLED SHIP by WALT WHITMAN PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 79. AL-TAWWAB by EDWIN ARNOLD CHARACTERS: MRS. FENTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |