THE mightiest moments pass uncalendared, And when the Absolute In backward Time pronounced the deedful word Whereby all life is stirred: 'Let one be born and throned whose mould shall constitute The norm of every royal-reckoned attribute,' No mortal knew or heard. But in due days the purposed Life outshone - Serene, sagacious, free; Her waxing seasons bloomed with deeds well done, And the world's heart was won ... Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be Lie hid from ours - as in the All-One's thought lay she - Till ripening years have run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE 1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE THE ANNIVERSARY [ANNIVERSARIE] by JOHN DONNE WHEN JUNE IS COME by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |