James Russell Lowell

“ That, being bound, like us, with earthly thrall,
She walks so bright and heaven-like therein,—
Too wise, too meek, to womanly, to sin.
Exceeding pleasant to mine eyes is she:
Like a lone star through riven storm-clouds seen
By sailors, tempest-tost upon the sea,
Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh,
Unto my soul her star-like soul hath been,
Her sight as full of hope and calm to me;—
For she unto herself hath builded high
A home serene, wherein to lay her head,
Earth's noblest thing,—a Woman perfected. ”