Soul, get thee to the heart Of yonder tuberose: hide thee there -- There breathe the meditations of thine art Suffused with prayer. Of spirit grave yet light, How fervent fragrances uprise Pure-born from these most rich and yet most white Virginities! Mulched with unsavory death, Grow, Soul! unto such white estate, That virginal-prayerful art shall be thy breath, Thy work, thy fate. BALTIMORE, 1875. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALAS! POOR QUEEN by MARION ANGUS THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW TO THE SMALL CELANDINE (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO JOY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MIDNIGHT FIRES by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |