And then There rung a bell Out of the evening air: One big star fell In a long golden flare Through a great stillness, And He was standing there. There came a chillness Creeping through me slow, Nor could I know That it was truly He Who stood beside, When, lo! He smiled, And I was made to know; Nor hesitate Because of His grave kingliness and state, And steady eyes, and brows immaculate. But then the weight Of His too sudden glory bowed me down Slow to the ground: I feared that He might frown Without a sound! Or speak in fire! Then He said "Sweet," And I was dumb; I dared not come Because of my desire: And He went slow away -- And, from the grey Cold evening, Came the "tweet," -- Sad to my heart, But infinitely sweet -- Of some late-flying wren. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA PLEAD FOR ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM THE SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MALDIVE SHARK by HERMAN MELVILLE WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CHAMPION (SUGGESTED BY A STORY OF JACK LONDON) by BERTON BRALEY |