MAIDEN, when such a soul as thine is born, The morning-stars their ancient music make, And, joyful, once again their song awake, Long silent now with melancholy scorn; And thou, not mindless of so blest a morn, By no least deed its harmony shalt break, But shalt to that high chime thy footsteps take, Through life's most darksome passes unforlorn; Therefore from thy pure faith thou shalt not fall, Therefore shalt thou be ever fair and free, And in thine every motion musical As summer air, majestic as the sea, A mystery to those who creep and crawl Through Time, and part it from Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT TO MY DOG, JOWLER by JONATHAN DORR BRADLEY OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 31 by THOMAS CAMPION |