As light on lids that slumber warms unseen, So now thy veiled presence breathing near Soft penetrates the web of darkness drear That Night, the grim Arachne, weaves between Wan Twilight and her roseate sister-queen, Imperial Dawn. Behold how many a tear (Pale records of immortal memory dear) Attests thy wonted influence serene! And, lo! the winged moments one by one, Foreshadowed of the ages yet to be, Upon the bleak horizon where the sun Tinges the midst of dim futurity, Beholding here thy glimmering footsteps gone, Speed through the trackless interval to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE DOLL by KAREN SWENSON ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOST JEWEL by EMILY DICKINSON MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD ADDRESS TO A STEAM-VESSEL by JOANNA BAILLIE |