JUST when each bud was big with bloom, And as phophetic of perfume, When spring with her bright horoscope, Was sweet as an unuttered hope; Just when the last star flickered out, And twilight, like a soul in doubt, Hovered between the dark and dawn, And day lay waiting to be born; Just when the gray and dewy air Grew sacred as an unvoiced prayer, And somewhere through the dusk she heard The stirring of a nested bird, -- Four angels glorified the place: Wan Pain unveiled her awful face; Joy, soaring, sang; Love, brooding smiled; Peace laid upon her breast a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SHADOWS OF RECOLLECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN CEN'LIN, PRINCE OF MERCIA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 73: INTRODUCTORY LINES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |