SOMETIMES she is a child within mine arms, Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,-- With still tears showering and averted face, Inexplicably filled with faint alarms: And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,-- Against all ills the fortified strong place And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms. And Love, our light at night and shade at noon, Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day. Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune; And as soft waters warble to the moon, Our answering spirits chime one roundelay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED I'D BE A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |