WHILE Moses on the Mountain lay, Night after night, and day by day, Till forty suns were gone, Unconscious, in the Presence bright, Of lustrous day and starry night, As though his soul had flitted quite From earth, and Eden won; The pageant of a kingdom vast, And things unutterable, pass'd Before the Prophet's eye; Dread shadows of th' Eternal Throne, The fount of Life, and Altar-stone. Pavement, and them that tread thereon, And those who worship nigh. But lest he should his own forget, Who in the vale were struggling yet, A sadder vision came, Announcing all that guilty deed Of idol rite, that in their need He for his flock might intercede, And stay Heaven's rising flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS by MARIANNE MOORE THE TRIUMPH OF TIME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM AT CLIFTON by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ICH DIEN by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST |