MATTHEW and Mark and Luke and holy John Evanished all and gone! Yea, he that erst his dusky curtains quitting, Thro' Eastern pictured panes his level beams transmitting, With gorgeous portraits blent, On them his glories intercepted spent: Southwestering now, thro' windows plainly glassed, On the inside face his radiance keen hath cast, And in the lustre lost, invisible and gone, Are, say you, Matthew, Mark and Luke and holy John? Lost, is it, lost, to be recovered never? However, The place of worship the meantime with light Is, if less richly, more sincerely bright, And in blue skies the Orb is manifest to sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL TENNYSON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) NORTHERN LIGHTS by EINAR BENEDIKTSSON ON H---- THE PICK THANK by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |