Some for the sadness and sweetness of far evening bells, Seeming to call a tryst, Yet, for my choice, all the comfort and kindness that wells From lights through the mist. In the dim dusk so unreal that it seems like a dream Hard for the heart to resist, Mellowing the pain of the close-drawing darkness, they stream, Lights through the mist. Blurred to new beauty, the blues and the browns and the grays Shimmer with soft amethyst; Then God's own glory of gold as it shines through the haze, Lights through the mist! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LOW-BACKED CAR by SAMUEL LOVER THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF by ISAAC WATTS I AM FREEZING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MUFFLED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 34 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |