Strange voices sing among the planets which Move on for ever; in the old sea's foam There is a prophecy; in Heaven's blue dome Great beacon fires are lighted; black as pitch Is night, and yet star jewels make it rich; And if the moon lights up her cloudy home The darkness flees, and forth strange gleamings roam Lighting up hill and vale and mound and ditch. Earth is full of all questions that all ask; And she alone of heavy silence full Answereth not: what is it severeth Us from the spirits that we would be with? Or is it that our fleshly ear is dull, And our own shadow hides light with a mask? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THINGS ARE WHAT THEY SEEM by MARIANNE MOORE THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |