IN the mirk that circles us Starry clear thy image stood, Like the gold ranunculus On the black pools in the wood. While its pure refulgence shone, Even despair grew thin and bright, As behind the burning sun Darkest ether melts to white. Now that image quits the sky, Plunges like a falling star, Slips, out of the pride on high, Down, down where the pities are. What an empty world for me! What a night without a sound! Suddenly eternity With its blackness folds me round. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 5. THE CHANGELING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |