God lay dead in Heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank. Then from the far caverns Of dead sins Came monsters, livid with desire. They fought, Wrangled over the world, A morsel. But of all sadness this was sad, -- A Woman's arms tried to shield The head of a sleeping man From the jaws of the final beast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POISON TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE ROMEO AND JULIET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER A CURLEW'S CALL by JANE BARLOW |