THRICE-HAPPY he whose heart, each new-born night, When old-worn day hath vanished o'er earth's brim, And he hath laid him down in chamber dim, Straightway begins to tremble and grow bright, And loose faint flashes toward the vaulted height Of the great peace that overshadoweth him: Keen lambent flames of hope awake and swim Throughout his soul, touching each point with light! The great earth under him an altar is, Upon whose top a sacrifice he lies, Burning in love's response up to the skies Whose fire descended first and kindled his: When slow the flickering flames at length expire, Sleep's ashes only hide a glowing fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE BRIDE AND GROOM by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON A SWEET CONTENTION BETWEEN LOVE, HIS MISTRESS, AND BEAUTY by NICHOLAS BRETON |