WHEN first, on that fair morn of May, Thou cam'st across my pilgrim way, My joy was shaded by much fear; Thy hair, all made of very light, Seemed almost too supremely bright For earth, -- I asked Why wert Thou here? But when I watched those eyes below, So clear, yet darkling like the flow Of waters in a silent cave; I felt they were of human birth, Of Earth, though of the best of Earth; Quietly lucid, sweetly grave. Dear child! by Nature double-dowered, Thee I would surely deem empowered A great ensample-work to do; To show that Man, however crowned With rays of Heavenly Love, is bound To Earth's serene Affections too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |