AS one by one the veils took flight, The day withdrew, the stars came up: The spirit issued dark and bright, Filling thy beauty like a cup. Sacred thy laughter on the air, Holy thy lightest word that fell, Proud the innumerable hair That waved at the enchanter's spell. Oh Master of the Beautiful, Creating us from hour to hour, Give me this vision to the full To see in lightest things Thy power! This vision give, no heaven afar, No throne, and yet I will rejoice, Knowing beneath my feet a star, Thy word in every wandering voice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE FALLEN (SEPTEMBER 1914) by LAURENCE BINYON LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO JANE: THE INVITATION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |