TO see the Mother, naturing Nature, stand All racked and wrung by her unfaithful lord, Her hopes dismayed by his defiling hand, Her passioned plans for bloom and beauty marred. Where she would mint a perfect mould, an ill; Where she would don divinest hues, a stain, Over her purposed genial hour a chill, Upon her charm of flawless flesh a blain: Her loves dependent on a feature's trim, A whole life's circumstance on hap of birth, A soul's direction on a body's whim, Eternal Heaven upon a day of Earth, Is frost to flower of heroism and worth, And fosterer of visions ghast and grim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON DESERT BRIDE by MARY MILLER BEARD AN EASTER HYMN by THOMAS BLACKBURN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WISDOM OF MERLYN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT OUT OF THE SILENCE OF MY DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF FRIENDSHIP by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |