The Angel of Thought and Other PoemsImpressions from Old Masters
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     A BOTTICELLI MADONNA 

     I 

 THE WONDERING ANGELS 

   Behold! the Tabernacle of God's Will 

   This woman's form enshrineth. What is this, 

   More glorious than all our age-long bliss, 

   Which shines within the shadow of her sill? 

   How shall we lift this strangeness which doth fill 

   Her human heart to breaking,—we who miss 

   In our immortal joy, the enlight'ning kiss 

   Of sorrow's bitter lips whence comforts thrill? 

   How shall we sing to her of joys to come, 

   To her who bears upon her breast the sum 

   Of death's dread gloom and heaven's undying light? 

   Lean close, ah, close, about her from above,— 

   Behold upon the mildness of her love 

   Enthroned the terrors of His Holy Might! 


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