How oft I've watched thee from the garden croft, In silence, when the busy day was done, Shining with wondrous billiancy aloft, And flickering like a casement 'gainst the sun: I've seen thee soar from out some snowy cloud, Which held the frozen breath of land and sea, Yet broke and severed as the wind grew loud -- But earth-bound winds could not dismember thee, Nor shake thy frame of jewels; I have guessed At thy strange shape and function, haply felt The charm of that old myth about thy belt And sword; but, most, my spirit was possest By His great Presence. Who is never far From his light-bearers, whether man or star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMPLIGHTER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB WOODEN WHEELS by LOWELL C. BALLARD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE HEARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH DEMOCRITUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SELF-CONGRATULATION by ANNE BRONTE AND THE COCK CREW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |