Poem by Donald Robert Perry Marquis

The Birth

There is a legend that the love of God
So quickened under Mary's heart it wrought
Her very maidenhood to holier stuff. . . .
However that may be, the birth befell
Upon a night when all the Syrian stars
Swayed tremulous before one lordlier orb
That rose in gradual splendor,
Paused,
Flooding the firmament with mystic light,
And dropped upon the breathing hills
A sudden music
Like a distillation from its gleams;
A rain of spirit and a dew of song! 

1. A Nightmare
2. A Spider and a Fly
3. They Had No Poet …
4. The Name
5. A Mood of Pavlowa

Print

1601 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version