The bliss of heaven, Maria, shall be thine! Joy link'd to joy by amaranthine bond! And a fair harp of many strings divine Shall meet thy touch with unimagin'd sound! Meek angel-hood shall dwell within thine eye, Fed by the action of thy purer soul; Thy brow shall beam with fairer dignity - No more thy cheek shall blench with care's control, Nor yield its hues to changes of the heart, That beats with plenitude of life and woe, Taking all dyes that sorrow can impart, Or ever-shifting circumstance bestow - The prey of present pangs or after-smart, For ever feeling pain or missing bliss below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CHOEPHOROI: INVOCATION OF AGAMEMNON'S GHOST by AESCHYLUS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S DREAM by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |