A GOLDEN-WINGED Angel stood Before the Eternal Judgment-seat: His looks were wild, and Devils' blood Stained his dainty hands and feet. The Father and the Son Knew that strife was now begun. They knew that Satan had broken his chain, And with millions of demons in his train, Was ranging over the world again. Before the Angel had told his tale, A sweet and a creeping sound Like the rushing of wings was heard around; And suddenly the lamps grew pale -- The lamps, before the Archangels seven -- That burn continually in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SPANISH WINGS: SENORITA by H. BABCOCK ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PASTURE POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |