HOW art Thou calm amid the storm, young Queen! Amid this wide and joy-distracted throng? Where has the range of life-experience been To keep thy heart thus equable and strong? Can the secluded cold which may belong To such high state compose thy noble mien, Without the duteous purpose not to wrong The truth of some Ideal spirit-seen? Perchance the depth of what I boldly asked None know -- nor I, nor Thou. Yet let us pray That Thou, in this exceeding glory masked, Be not to loss of thy true self beguiled; Still able at thy Maker's feet to lay The living, loving, nature of a child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANCERS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |