Jesus, my Light, How, when it comes through darkness I love light, Mysterious air's adornment, white Chrysolite of the water, striking free, And beamingly Through the dull currents of the stream at dawn Beam after beam From the suspended jewel drawn; While swans go by, Swans through the jewel pass, go by, Ponder and go along Through gem-strokes strong, O perfect sight Of entire chrysolite! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CHAMELEON by MARIANNE MOORE VERSES FOR CHILDREN: CHRISTMAS TREE by ZEDA K. AILES TO A WOMAN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD VENETIAN BLIND by HELEN DARBY BERNING |