A golden cross, lifted so high, Above the noisy thoroughfare, That rarely did a wandering eye Discover that a cross was there. But wreathed around it prayers arise, And heavenward human songs ascend, While motionless against the skies, Its silent, golden arms extend. Upon it morning sunbeams flash, About the dark form star-gleams play; The wind and rain against it dash, Yet there it stands unmoved alway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES WALKEN HWOME AT NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE HALCYON BIRDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET LINES; TO ONE WHO WISHED TO READ A POEM I HAD WRITTEN by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |