All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I, Alone, serene beyond all love or hate, Terror or triumph, were content to wait, We, silent and all-knowing. Suddenly Swept through the heaven low-crouching from on high, One horseman, downward to the earth's low gate. Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living, Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung, Into the open. Down the supernal roads, With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung, Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving, Thundered the black battalions of the Gods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE GARLAND OF SLEEP by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER TRANSITION by MIRIAM BARRANGER VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON AN INVITATION by MRS. RALPH BLACK RANCH WOMAN by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY TO THE DECEASED AUTHOR, UPON THE PROMISCUOUS PRINTING OF HIS POEMS by THOMAS BROWNE |