LOWLIEST of women, and most glorified! In thy still beauty sitting calm and lone, A brightness round thee grew -- and by thy side, Kindling the air, a form ethereal shone, Solemn, yet breathing gladness. From her throne A queen had risen with more imperial eye, A stately prophetess of victory From her proud lyre had struck a tempest's tone, For such high tidings as to @3thee@1 were brought, Chosen of heaven! that hour: but thou, oh! thou, E'en as a flower with gracious rains o'erfraught, Thy virgin head beneath its crown didst bow, And take to thy meek breast th' all-holy word, And own thyself @3the handmaid of the Lord@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM A SUMMER SUMMARY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I HAVE LOVED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TAKE HER, BREAK HER by ANACREON THE CHARWOMAN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON |