Through the heavens of midnight an angel was sped Who lifted his chant as he fled. The moon and the clouds and the stars leaned to hear The song rising holy and clear. He sang of the spirits, the sinless, the blest, Who softly in Paradise rest. Of the gardens of God, and of God was his song, Ringing true as a heavenly gong. He bore a young soul to the dark gates of birth; Toward the travailing, sorrowful earth. And flying, he sang, and the eager soul heard The deathless, the unuttered Word. And the years in the world could but sadden and tire The soul filled with wondrous desire. And vainly the dull songs of earth would have stilled The song wherewith heaven had thrilled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN PURSUIT AND POSSESSION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH INSUFFICIENCY (2) by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FETE CHAMPETRE by ROBERT BURNS MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO LORD AND LADY HAYES by THOMAS CAMPION |