IN dreadful times of death and war She sails, a little fixèd star, Or like a little ship she glides With gentle winds and favouring tides Up to the harbour bar. Wrapped in all mild tranquillities She muses: inward gaze her eyes; And lest she slip upon a stone Gabriel or some shining one Guards her high destinies. No rumour reaches her at all, Beyond her safe encompassing wall, Of a mad world that slays and slays: She sees a little one that plays And sleeps at evenfall. She is the House of Life: and where She goes the angels bend to her. A little secret garden-close, Sweet with the lily and the rose, With frankincense and myrrh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE PSALM 104 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 84: THE SPARROW by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |