THIS, could I paint my inward sight, This were Our Lady of the Night: She bears on her front's lucency The starlight of her purity: For as the white rays of that star The union of all colours are, She sums all virtues that may be In her sweet light of purity. The mantle which she holds on high Is the great mantle of the sky. Think, O sick toiler, when the night Comes on thee, sad and infinite, Think, sometimes, 'tis our own Lady Spreads her blue mantle over thee, And folds the earth, a wearied thing, Beneath its gentle shadowing; Then rest a little; and in sleep Forget to weep, forget to weep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |