Now twilight's last red ember blinks alone Above the winter's skeletons of trees, And Venus westward droops her radiant head While night upsets a hive of golden bees. A fragment of eternity, this hour Will throb with things beyond the pulse of time! In England Edward stakes his throne for love; In Spain the veins of honor run with slime; On some bleak prairie road beyond the hills A weary farm-wife shivers, split with pain; In southwest Africa at Walvis Bay, Tired men and women, kneeling, pray for rain . . . But here is peace -- above the naked trees The night upsets a hive of golden bees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE THE PROFESSION OF FLATTERY by ANTIPHANES ADESTE FIDELES by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX JULIET PROTESTS by MOLLIE MARSH COSSAART SONG UPON THE BLEEDING CRUCIFIX by RICHARD CRASHAW |