As Sun-beames pierce the glasse, and streaming in, No crack or Schisme leave i'th subtill skin: So the Divine Hand work't, and brake no thred, But, in a Mother, kept a maiden-head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 30 by ALFRED TENNYSON |