ST. SENANUS. "OH! haste and leave this sacred isle, Unholy bark, ere morning smile; For on thy deck, though dark it be, A female form I see; And I have sworn this sainted sod Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod." THE LADY. "O Father! send not hence my bark, Through wintry winds and billows dark; I come with humble heart to share Thy morn and evening prayer: Nor mine the feet, O holy Saint! The brightness of thy sod to taint." The Lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd; The winds blew fresh, the bark return'd; But legends hint, that had the maid Till morning's light delay'd, And given the saint one rosy smile, She ne'er had left his lonely isle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK AUTUMN SOLILOQUY by ELSIE DINWIDDIE BARTLETT VIVAMUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES AN EPISTLE, FROM THE AUTHOR TO HIS SISTER by JOHN BYROM SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 91 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE JACKDAW by EDWARD CARPENTER |