Never Pharaoh's Night, Whereof the Hebrew wizards croon, Did so the Theban flamens try As me this veritable Noon. Like blank ocean in blue calm Undulates the ethereal frame; In one flowing oriflamme God flings his fiery standard out. Battling with the Emirs fierce Napoleon a great victory won, Through and through his sword did pierce; But, bayonetted by this sun His gunners drop beneath the gun. Holy, holy, holy Light! Immaterial incandescence, Of God the effluence of the essence, Shekinah intolerably bright! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE PLACE OF REMEMBRANCE by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER A PUBLIC DANCE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |