A Prayer For My Daughter
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
A crazy salad with their meat
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
And many a poor man that has roved,
Imagining in excited reverie
How but in custom and in ceremony
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So let her think opinions are accursed.
And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
Loved and thought himself beloved,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Assault and battery of the wind
An intellectual hatred is the worst,
Beauty to make a strangers eye distraught,
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And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
By quiet natures understood
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
Yet many, that have played the fool
And have no business but dispensing round
May well be of all evil chances chief.
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In courtesy Id have her chiefly learned;
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
The soul recovers radical innocence
And every windy quarter howl
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Being fatherless could have her way
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.
Their magnanimities of sound,
Its certain that fine women eat
My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
And that its own sweet will is Heavens will;
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
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Consider beauty a sufficient end,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
And later had much trouble from a fool,
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Because of her opinionated mind
She can, though every face should scowl
May she become a flourishing hidden tree
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
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Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
For beautys very self, has charm made wise,
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.
Lose natural kindness and maybe
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
Are innocence and beauty born?
Out of the mouth of Plentys horn,
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
A Prayer For My Daughter
Ceremonys a name for the rich horn,
That the future years had come,
If theres no hatred in a mind
Where alls accustomed, ceremonious;