FROM the dear stillness of your pines you came -- That vast Cathedral where the winds are choir, And bear to the far heavens the soul's desire, While the great sun burns golden, like the flame, On some high altar, to the Highest Name -- From that dear shrine whence worldly thoughts retire -- Where hearts are hushed, and souls to Heaven aspire, You came, as one who would God's peace proclaim. Now sunset broods upon these solemn hills -- The day is done, and the deep night draws nigh, And soon the waiting stars will light the sky: -- Though You and Day have gone, your presence fills The place, and the glad air around me thrills As if some Heaven-sent angel had passed by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON RESOLUTION OF DEPENDENCE by GEORGE BARKER THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |