HIGH in the organ-loft, with lilied hair, Love plied the pedals with a snowy foot, Pouring forth music like the scent of fruit, And stirring all the incense-laden air; We knelt before the altar's gold rail, where The priest stood robed, with chalice and palm-shoot, With music-men, who bore citole and lute, Behind us, and the attendant virgins fair; And so our red aurora flashed to gold, Our dawn to sudden sun, and all the while The high-voiced children trebled clear and cold, The censer-boys went singing down the aisle, And far above, with fingers strong and sure, Love closed our lives' triumphant overture. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON PSALM 47 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE ANCRE AT HAMEL: AFTERWARDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE BEST ROOM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE OLD COUPLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |