HER wings are folded in the plain that lies Like a vast shield upturned to every star. She sits as silent as God's mountains are, Forever watching with calm solemn eyes The white worlds in the shadow, as they rise And pass in slow procession, and afar Dip o'er the verge of the horizon's bar Into the depths of unfamiliar skies. So, ever by this lonely watcher's gaze The race of men are filing with the rest, Stars, systems, all: Whence, whither, lie their ways? Unto what other morning in the west? She asks with mute cold lips, but ne'er betrays Her riddle, and no man has ever guessed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG ONCE WE PLAYED by MATHILDE BLIND MUFFLED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 2 by JOHN BYROM TO ELIZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MISTRESS ANNE CECIL by WILLIAM CECIL |