MATTHEW and Mark and Luke and holy John Evanished all and gone! Yea, he that erst his dusky curtains quitting, Thro' Eastern pictured panes his level beams transmitting, With gorgeous portraits blent, On them his glories intercepted spent: Southwestering now, thro' windows plainly glassed, On the inside face his radiance keen hath cast, And in the lustre lost, invisible and gone, Are, say you, Matthew, Mark and Luke and holy John? Lost, is it, lost, to be recovered never? However, The place of worship the meantime with light Is, if less richly, more sincerely bright, And in blue skies the Orb is manifest to sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VARIATIONS ON A THEME by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW |