SLOWLY I followed on, Stumbling and falling. All the air sparkled; All the air sung. Even to my dull heart Glory was calling; Slowly I followed on, Stumbling and falling. Great wings arched over me, Purple and amber; Night was all color, Night was all gleam. Wearily up the hill Needs must I clamber, Though wings arched over me, Purple and amber. Proudly the chorus pealed While I was panting. Winds were all music, Voices all praise; Brooks, birds, the waving trees Joined in the chanting; Proudly the chorus pealed, While I was panting. Late came my aching feet, Late to the manger; All slept in silence, All dreamed in dusk Under the same dear stars. No star a stranger. Late came my aching feet, Late to the manger. Kissing a baby's hand, Painfully kneeling, Sweet little drowsy hand, Honey of heaven, Swift through my twisted limbs Glowed a glad healing, Kissing a baby's hand, Kissing and kneeling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD by WALT WHITMAN THE SISTER AT A MATERNITY HOSPITAL by R. ALEXANDER BATE NE'ER SHALL I FORGET by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN A LAKE MEMORY by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL PROLOGUE TO A PLAY PRESENTED BEFORE THE KING AND QUEEN .. AT WHITEHALL by THOMAS CAREW |