The Singing Girl

Joyce Kilmer

(For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.) 

There was a little maiden
In blue and silver drest,
She sang to God in Heaven
And God within her breast. 

It flooded me with pleasure,
It pierced me like a sword,
When this young maiden sang:  "My soul
Doth magnify the Lord." 

The stars sing all together
And hear the angels sing,
But they said they had never heard
So beautiful a thing. 

Saint Mary and Saint Joseph,
And Saint Elizabeth,
Pray for us poets now
And at the hour of death.

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