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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANGEL VISITS, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Are ye for ever to your skies departed? Last Line: One, one is near -- a spirit holier still! Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Angels | |||
ARE ye forever to your skies departed? Oh! will ye visit this dim world no more? Ye, whose bright wings a solemn splendor darted Through Eden's fresh and flowering shades of yore? Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot, And ye -- our faded earth beholds you not! Yet, by your shining eyes not all forsaken, Man wandered from his Paradise away; Ye, from forgetfulness his heart to waken, Came down, high guests! in many a later day, And with the patriarchs, under vine or oak, 'Midst noontide calm or hush of evening, spoke. From you, the veil of midnight darkness rending, Came the rich mysteries to the sleeper's eye, That saw your hosts ascending and descending On those bright steps between the earth and sky: Trembling he woke, and bowed o'er glory's trace, And worshipped awe-struck, in that fearful place. By Chebar's brook ye passed, such radiance wearing As mortal vision might but ill endure; Along the stream the living chariot bearing, With its high crystal arch, intensely pure; And the dread rushing of your wings that hour, Was like the noise of waters in their power. But in the Olive Mount, by night appearing, 'Midst the dim leaves, your holiest work was done. Whose was the voice that came divinely cheering, Fraught with the breath of God, to aid his Son? -- Haply of those that, on the moonlit plains, Wafted good tidings unto Syrian swains. Yet one more task was yours! Your heavenly dwelling Ye left, and by the unsealed sepulchral stone, In glorious raiment, sat; the weepers telling, That He they sought had triumphed, and was gone. Now have ye left us for the brighter shore; Your presence lights the lonely groves no more. But may ye not, unseen, around us hover, With gentle promptings and sweet influence yet, Though the fresh glory of those days be over, When, 'midst the palm-trees, man your footsteps met; Are ye not near, when faith and hope rise high, When love, by strength, o'ermasters agony? Are ye not near when sorrow, unrepining, Yields up life's treasures unto Him who gave? When martyrs, all things for his sake resigning, Lead on the march of death, serenely brave? Dreams! But a deeper thought our souls may fill; One, One is near -- a spirit holier still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MINISTERING ANGELS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG ST. PETER AND THE ANGEL by DENISE LEVERTOV SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL FOUNTAIN IN AVIGNON by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE FEATHER AT BREENDONCK by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BROTHERS: 3. AS FOR MYSELF by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE BIRTH ANGELS by STEPHEN DOBYNS A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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