Faint through the twilight hazes Shimmers one palpitant star; Faint through the woodland mazes The Angelus sounds afar. Only the brook's murmur golden Falls on the wanderer's ear; Voices of memories olden The soul holds breath to hear. Voices of joy and sorrow Vanished and far away As the dawn of the sun-bathed morrow Seems from this dying day, When faint through the twilight hazes Shimmers eve's palpitant star; And faint through the woodland mazes The Angelus dies afar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCHOOL BOY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING CELESTIAL HEIGHTS by ALFRED AUSTIN FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY WORK AND WORSHIP; A LEGEND OF THE DANUBE by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |