When the departing, great sun stands And plants, on the last hill, his feet, He comes; likewise to morning lands, Or down a dim and crowded street. To-day I knew that ecstasy; A soaring light was all my blood, And, in me, voices, like the sea, Shouted and my heart understood. To-day He smote earth with the flame, That clothes His presence when He comes And earth grew vibrant with His name, Like hidden trumpets, answering drums. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNHAM-BEECHES by HENRY LUTTRELL SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON REMEMBER OR FORGET by C. HAMILTON AIDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD DEMOCRITUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |