AT my window there's an angel Robed in flame — Orange, emerald, vermilion! Countless treasure — not a trillion— Though you heaped it to the sky, Of the gems of earth could buy Such magnificence of color, Such release from gray and dolor, All things tame, As this wondrous angel brings (O the ravishing evangel!) In the splendor of his wings — Orange, emerald, vermilion, Gold of sunset, rose of dawn — And his name? 'Tis the maple on the lawn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PARTING LOVERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT by JOHN AIKIN SONNET: ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |