JUST when each bud was big with bloom, And as phophetic of perfume, When spring with her bright horoscope, Was sweet as an unuttered hope; Just when the last star flickered out, And twilight, like a soul in doubt, Hovered between the dark and dawn, And day lay waiting to be born; Just when the gray and dewy air Grew sacred as an unvoiced prayer, And somewhere through the dusk she heard The stirring of a nested bird, -- Four angels glorified the place: Wan Pain unveiled her awful face; Joy, soaring, sang; Love, brooding smiled; Peace laid upon her breast a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 44. ISEULT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) STANZAS, OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A RELATIVE ABROAD by BERNARD BARTON THE HEATHER ON FIRE by MATHILDE BLIND O, GO NOT YET! by QUINTIN BONE ON THE DEATH OF AN OLD TOWNSMAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |