THEY beckon from their sunset domes afar, Light's royal priesthood, the eternal hills: Though born of earth, robed of the sky they are; And the anointing radiance heaven distils On their high brows, the air with glory fills. The portals of the west are opened wide; And lifted up, absolved from earthly ills, All thoughts, a reverent throng, to worship glide. The hills interpret heavenly mysteries, The mysteries of Light, -- an open book Of Revelation: see, its leaves unfold With crimson borderings, and lines of gold! Where the rapt reader, though soul-deep his look, Dreams of a glory deeper than he sees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS GOD'S WORLD by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY IN AND OUT OF CHURCH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: FATALITY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON BY A NORFOLK BROAD by ADA CAMBRIDGE |