The Miracle, and Other Poems — A Reader’s Guide

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Sheard, Virna, 1865-1943 Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
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This editorial note examines Virna Sheard's 1913 collection, focusing on her precise diction, sensory imagery, and the interplay between natural and spiritual realms across poems like 'The Miracle,' 'The Shepherd Wind,' and 'The Temple.'
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She did not bid him go.

But hope within him failed Until he pled no more-- And cold and still he turned his face Away from her heart's door.

Long were the days she watched For one who never came;-- Through sleepless nights her white lips bore The burden of a name.

A SONG OF SUMMER DAYS

As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea, These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.

Into the deep from whence they came; into the mystery-- At set of sun each one slips back as pearls into the sea.

They are so sweet--so warm and sweet--Love fain would hold them fast: He weeps when through his finger tips they slip away at last.

Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall Looketh down a carven face from out the gilded wall.

Van Dyke beard and broidered ruff silently confess That he lived--and loved perchance--in days of Good Queen Bess. (Laces fine and linen sheer, curled and perfumed hair Well became those gentlemen of gay, insouciant air.)

See! He gazeth evermore at the stage below; Noteth well the players as they quickly come and go; Queens and kings and maidens fair, motley fools and friars, Lords and ladies, stately dames, mounted knights and squires.

Well he knoweth all of them, all the grave and gay, These are they he dreamt of in the far and far away; Saints and sinners, see they come down the bygone years, And the world still shares with them its laughter and its tears.

Still we haunt the greenwood for love of Rosalind, Still we hear the Jester's bells ajingle on the wind, Still the frenzied Moor we fear--Ah! and even yet Breathless wait before the tomb of all the Capulet.

Though the slow years pass away, yet on land and sea, Follow we the Danish Prince in sad soliloquy; And I fancy sometimes when the round moon saileth high Yet in Venice meet the Jew--as he goeth by.

(Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall Looketh down a carven face from out the gilded wall.)

With all the little children, far and near, God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of cheer! To rosy lips and eyes, that know not guile, We one and all will give back smile for smile; And for the sake of all the small and gay We will be children also for to-day.

Holly we'll hang, with mistletoe above! God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of love! And we will trip on merry heel and toe With all the fair who lightly come and go; We will deny the years that lie behind And say that age is only in the mind.

And to the needy, in whatever place, God wot! to-day we'll lend a hand of grace; For where is he who hath not need himself, Although he dine on silver or on delf? And we who pass and nod this Christmas Day May never meet again on life's highway.

But when the lights are lit, and day has flown-- God wot! there will be some who sit alone; Who sit and gaze into the embers' glow, And watch strange things that flitter to and fro-- The ghosts of dreams; and faces--long unseen; Shadows of shadows--things that once have been.

Who hath a heart courageous Will fight with right good cheer; For well may he his foes out-face Who owns no foe called Fear!

Who hath a heart courageous Will fight as knight of old For that which he doth count his own-- Against the world to hold.

Who hath a heart courageous Will fight both night and day, Against the Host Invisible-- That holds his soul at bay,

Who hath a heart courageous Rests with tranquillity, For Time he counts not as his foe, Nor Death his enemy.

Love maketh its own summer time, 'Tis June, Love, when we are together, And little I care for the frost in the air, For the heart makes its own summer weather.

Love maketh its own winter time, And though the hills blossom with heather, If you are not near, 'tis December, my dear, For the heart makes its own winter weather.

Across the dusty, foot-worn street Unblessed of flower or tree, Faint and far-off--there ever sounds The calling of the sea.

From out the quiet of the hills, Where purple shadows lie, The pine trees murmur, "Come and rest And let the world go by."

The west wind whispers all night long "Oh, journey forth afar To the green and pleasant places Where little rivers are!"

And the soft and silken rustling Of bending yellow wheat Says, "See the harvest moon--that dims The arc-lights of the street."

Virna Sheard's The Miracle, and Other Poems (1913) opens with a narrative poem that retells the biblical story of blind Bartimaeus, yet the collection quickly expands into a varied landscape of nature lyrics, meditations on art, and personal elegies. Sheard's diction is notably precise: she describes a road as 'straight and white,' a bird's wings as 'soft,' and a lizard's movement 'at noon on the grey, sunlit wall.' These details ground her verse in sensory observation, even when the subject turns metaphysical.

The poems share a recurring interest in thresholds—between day and night, sound and silence, the visible and the invisible. In 'The Shepherd Wind,' frost creates a 'fairy-garden' on a windowpane, while 'The Temple' imagines a cathedral made of rain and wind. Sheard's voice is restrained, favoring concrete imagery over abstract statement, and her structures often rely on regular meter and rhyme, lending a formal, crafted quality to the collection.

Diction and the Sensory World

Throughout the collection, Sheard selects verbs and nouns that emphasize texture, sound, and motion. In 'The Miracle,' Bartimaeus 'heard the beating of the bird's soft wings / Uprising through the air' and 'the camel's footfall in the dust.' These lines do not merely state that he is blind; they demonstrate his heightened auditory perception through specific, concrete sounds. Similarly, 'The Shepherd Wind' describes poppies 'white as foam upon the sea' and 'elfin bells to earth unknown,' blending the tactile with the fantastical. Sheard avoids abstract descriptors like 'beautiful' or 'sad,' instead letting the imagery carry emotional weight. In 'Gulls,' the birds are 'grey free-lances of wind and sky,' a metaphor that evokes both color and a sense of untamed freedom. This precision extends to her use of color: 'pink clouds drifted far and high, / Like rose leaves blowing past' in 'The Miracle,' and 'silver lace' in 'The Shepherd Wind.' Such choices create a vivid, almost painterly quality.

Voice and Perspective

Sheard shifts between first-person and third-person speakers, often adopting a contemplative or observational stance. In 'The Miracle,' the narrator remains external, describing Bartimaeus's world without entering his mind: 'Blind Bartimeus of the mask-like face, / And patient, outstretched hand.' This distance preserves the mystery of the character. By contrast, poems like 'Request' use a direct, pleading first person: 'Sing me a song—a song to ease old sorrows.' The speaker here is vulnerable, asking for art to 'dull the edge of care.' In 'A Song,' the speaker imagines transformation: 'O heart of mine—if I were but a swallow.' These shifts in voice allow Sheard to explore different emotional registers—from narrative restraint to lyrical intimacy. The dedication poem, addressed to her brother who died at Niagara, uses the second person: 'No tears for thee, no tears, or sighs, / Or breaking heart.' This direct address personalizes the collection from its opening pages.

Structure and Formal Choices

Sheard favors regular rhyme and meter, often employing quatrains with alternating rhyme schemes (ABAB or ABCB). 'The Miracle' uses iambic tetrameter and trimeter, creating a ballad-like rhythm that suits its narrative. The poem's stanzas are self-contained, each presenting a distinct image or moment: the road, the travelers, Bartimaeus's perception. In 'The Shepherd Wind,' the rhyme scheme is more varied, with lines like 'When hills and plains are powdered white, / And bitter cold the north wind blows' establishing a consistent pattern before the final couplet. Sheard also uses repetition for emphasis: 'A song of Hope to ring through all the morrows' appears twice in 'Request,' framing the plea. The collection's structure—a title poem followed by shorter lyrics—suggests a deliberate ordering, though the excerpts do not reveal the full arrangement. The poems vary in length from a few stanzas to several pages, indicating a range of formal ambition.

Recurring Motifs: Nature and the Sacred

Several poems blend natural imagery with spiritual or sacred language. 'The Temple' describes a 'house not made with hands' that is 'rain-washed and green, wind-swept and clean,' using ecclesiastical terms like 'aisles,' 'altar-light,' and 'incense' for a forest setting. The poem concludes with the possibility that 'God Himself walks to and fro.' In 'The Miracle,' the biblical setting is rendered through natural details: 'the pink clouds drifted far and high,' 'the moonlight washed the road fresh and sweet.' Sheard often associates the divine with the natural world rather than with institutions. 'The Shepherd Wind' imagines frost patterns as 'prisoned' moonbeams and 'souls of violets,' suggesting a spiritual dimension to winter. This motif recurs in 'Gulls,' where the birds are 'wraiths of hopes—the ghosts of dreams.' The boundary between the physical and the transcendent is porous, and Sheard's language consistently draws the reader's attention to this interplay.

Readers approaching The Miracle, and Other Poems will find a poet attentive to the craft of verse—her lines are measured, her images carefully chosen. The collection rewards attention to small details: the sound of a lizard on a wall, the shape of a frost flower, the cry of gulls. Sheard does not explain her meanings; she presents them through the senses. This editorial note has focused on authorial choices visible in the excerpts, but the full text may reveal further patterns. Let the poems speak for themselves, and listen for the echoes between them.

Sometimes, rereading Virna Sheard’s quiet lines—that shepherd wind, that temple—I think about how an old text can hold a steadying pulse. There is a similar hush around the older certainties, the kind that feel less like doctrine and more like a friend’s hand on the arm. I found that echo in The golden verses of Pythagoras — Story, Setting & Ideas. It lingers, that’s all.

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