Those delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud, Ever before mine eyes, As to an altar bowed, Light and dew-laden airs, Offer in sacrifice. The offerings arise: Hazes of rainbow light, Pure crystal, blue and gold, Through dreamland take their flight; And 'mid the sacrifice God moveth as of old. In miracles of fire He symbols forth His days; In gleams of crystal light Reveals what pure pathways Lead to the soul's desire, The silence of the height. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. EXERCISE by JOHN ARMSTRONG |