I AM THE HANDMAID OF THE EARTH, I broider fair her glorious gown, And deck her on her days of mirth With many a garland of renown. And while Earth's little ones are fain And play about the Mother's hem, I scatter every gift I gain From sun and wind to gladden them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK by WILLIAM COWPER LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HALVING IT WITH WITHER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INLAND SEA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 5 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |