WHAT domes and pinnacles of mist and fire Are builded in you spacious realms of light All silently, as did the walls aspire Templing the ark of God by day and night! Noiseless and swift, from darkening ridge to ridge, Through purple air that deepens down the day, Over the valley springs a shadowy bridge. The evening star's keen, solitary ray Makes more intense the silence, and the glad, Unmelancholy, restful, twilight gloom -- So full of tenderness, that even the sad Remembrances that haunt the soul take bloom Like that on yonder mountain. Now the bars Of sunset all burn black; the day doth fail, And the skies whiten with the eternal stars. Oh, let thy spirit stay with me, sweet vale! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST FOUR-LEAF CLOVER by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE |