At the window ledge concealing The ancient sandalwood gold-flaking Of her viol dimly twinkling Long ago with flute or mandore, Stands the pallid Saint displaying The ancient missal page unfolding At the Magnificat outpouring Long ago for vesper and compline: At that monstrance glazing lightly Brushed now by a harp the Angel Fashioned in his evening flight Just for the delicate finger Tip which, lacking the ancient missal Or ancient sandalwood, she poises On the instrumental plumage, Musician of silences. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND |