A road shines through the forest of the years Where on swift winds the gods come charioted By sun and moon, until the earth is red With Mars' mailed host and Woden's bleeding spears; But down the burning wood of lonely fears A fair White God goes by with noiseless tread, The Thorns of Fire are stars that wreathe His Head, And in His Heart is pity for men's tears. Then flaming Michael holds the haunted tor, And from the wildwood steals the thin sweet chime Of evening bells at monastery gates; All silent now -- the gods return no more, Yet buried deep beneath the drift of time The ruined roadway still endures and waits. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PALABRAS CARINOSAS (SPANISH AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |