![Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part II. - XXV - The Virgin, By: William Wordsworth](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/Ecclesiastical-Sonnets-Part-II-XXV-The-Virgin-By-William-Wordsworth.png?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
With the least shade of thought to sin allied;
Woman! above all women glorified,
Our tainted nature’s solitary boast;
Purer than foam on central ocean tost;
Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn
With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon
Before her wane begins on heaven’s blue coast;
Thy Image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween,
Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend,
As to a visible Power, in which did blend
All that was mixed and reconciled in Thee
Of mother’s love with maiden purity,
Of high with low, celestial with terrene!