I have seen cause to hold my judgment cheap?
Gott. Plague on thy judgments! Judgments ready-made
Are counterparts of garments ready-made,
That fit some well, some ill, some not at all.
I know a maiden, scarce eighteen years old,
Fair as the apple-green of early dawn,
Pure as the summer sun of southern heaven;
A psalm incarnate—an embodied prayer,
Not of the earth, yet dwelling thereupon;
Nor yet of heaven—although her mission be