28.10.2007, 14:51
WOMEN WHO BLESS AND ARE BLESSED.
WHEN too, too conscious of its solitude,
My heart plains weakly as a widowed dove,
The forms of certain women sweet and good,
Whom I have known and love with reverent love,
Rise up before me ; then my heart grows great
With tearful gratitude, and no more pines.
You lovely souls that fitly consecrate
The whiteness of your alabaster shrines !
You tender lives of purest good that leaven
The monstrous evils of our mortal birth !
There are no female angels up in Heaven
Because they all are women here on earth :
As once God's sons, God's daughters now come down ;
But these to share, not lose, the Heavenly crown.
WHEN too, too conscious of its solitude,
My heart plains weakly as a widowed dove,
The forms of certain women sweet and good,
Whom I have known and love with reverent love,
Rise up before me ; then my heart grows great
With tearful gratitude, and no more pines.
You lovely souls that fitly consecrate
The whiteness of your alabaster shrines !
You tender lives of purest good that leaven
The monstrous evils of our mortal birth !
There are no female angels up in Heaven
Because they all are women here on earth :
As once God's sons, God's daughters now come down ;
But these to share, not lose, the Heavenly crown.