名人诗歌|Main Street and Other Poems(13)

（For Helen Parry Eden）

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed； She has a Bridegroom Who may not be named, Her mortal flesh bears Him Who conquers death. Now in the dust her spirit grovelleth； Too bright a Sun before her eyes has flamed, Too fair a herald^{1 joy too high proclaimed, And human lips have trembled in God's breath.}

O Mother-Maid, thou art ashamed to cover With thy white self, whereon no stain can be, Thy God, Who came from Heaven to be thy Lover, Thy God, Who came from Heaven to dwell in thee. about thy head celestial^{2 legions hover3, Chanting the praise of thy humility4.}