WHAT time the countless arrow-heads of light Keen twinkled on the bended heavens, back-drawn With deadly aim, at signal of the Dawn, To slay the slumbering, dusky warrior, Night; I dreamed a dream: And, lo! three spirits, white As mist that gathers when the rain is gone, Came walking o'er the waters, whereupon The very waves seemed quivering with affright I woke and heard, while yet the vision stayed, A prophecy: "Behold the coming race Before whose feet the forest kings shall fall Prostrate; and ye, like twilight shadows tall That wither at the sun's uplifted face, Shall pass in silence to a deeper shade." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |