WHAT awful perspective! while from our sight With gradual stealth the lateral windows hide Their Portraitures, their stone-work glimmers, dyed In the soft chequerings of a sleepy light. Martyr, or King, or sainted Eremite, Whoe'er ye be, that thus, yourselves unseen, Imbue your prison-bars with solemn sheen, Shine on, until ye fade with coming Night! -- But, from the arms of silence -- list! O list! The music bursteth into second life; The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife; Heart-thrilling strains, that cast, before the eye Of the devout, a veil of ecstasy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING' by SARA TEASDALE SONG OF THE STYGIAN NAIADES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS |