SOMETIMES when all the world seems gray and dun And nothing beautiful, a voice will cry, " Look out, look out! Angels are drawing nigh!" Then my slow burdens leave me, one by one, And swiftly does my heart arise and run Even like a child, while loveliness goes by -- And common folk seem children of the sky, And common things seem shaped of the sun. Oh, pitiful! that I who love them, must So soon perceive their shining garments fade! And slowly, slowly, from my eyes of trust Their flaming banners sink into a shade! While this earth's sunshine seems the golden dust Slow settling from that radiant cavalcade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE HAVE GONE THROUGH GREAT ROOMS TOGETHER by CARL SANDBURG THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON AFTER-SIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |