Say, did his sisters wonder what could Joseph see <br />In a mild, silent little Maid like thee? <br />And was it awful, in that narrow house, <br />With God for Babe and Spouse? <br />Nay, like thy simple, female sort, each one <br />Apt to find Him in Husband and in Son, <br />Nothing to thee came strange in this. <br />Thy wonder was but wondrous bliss: <br />Wondrous, for, though <br />True Virgin lives not but does know, <br />(Howbeit none ever yet confess'd,) <br />That God lies really in her breast, <br />Of thine He made His special nest! <br />And so <br />All mothers worship little feet, <br />And kiss the very ground they've trod; <br />But, ah, thy little Baby sweet <br />Who was indeed thy God!<br /><br />Coventry Patmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regina-c-le/
