AGAIN the Night with her majestic grace Comes sweeping through the chambers of the sky, And now begin the dark-winged Hours to fly Far up in heaven. Look yonder: where you trace That silver world float softly into place,— Down-looking on us like a conscious eye,— The Lords of Life, that offer or deny The things we long for most, rise out of space. Hush! influence is raining from the signs To mould the lives of all who dwell below; The forces working in the air's deep mines Are now resistless; if they will it so, A grain may balance Alps and Appenines, A spider's thread take the great globe in tow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS CHRIST IN FLANDERS by LUCY WHITMELL THE SHEPHERD-BOY AND THE WOLF by AESOP TO A DEAD JOURNALIST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BALLADE OF THE DEVIL-MAY-CARE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |