SPIRIT of Twilight, through your folded wings I catch a glimpse of your averted face, And rapturous on a sudden, my soul sings "Is not this common earth a holy place?" Spirit of Twilight, you are like a song That sleeps, and waits a singer, -- like a hymn That God finds lovely and keeps near Him long, Till it is choired by aureoled cherubim. Spirit of Twilight, in the golden gloom Of dreamland dim I sought you, and I found A woman sitting in a silent room Full of white flowers that moved and made no sound. These white flowers were the thoughts you bring to all, And the room's name is Mystery where you sit, Woman whom we call Twilight, when night's pall You lift across our Earth to cover it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR |