THE Spirit of the day is there At my window, wild and white, With her large eyes full of light, And the dawn dews in her hair. She has slain the demon Night, But its shadows haunt her yet, And she cannot quite forget The black terror of the fight. So, her sunshine like a veil Falls about her dim and pale, And her skies are cold and grey, And her song-birds, where are they? Such a silence broods about her This beautiful, sad day, You would say her mists had curled Round the clamour of the world, Webs of mist as soft as sleep Fallen on the mouths that sing, Fallen on the eyes that weep, Oh, dim and weary day, you bring Dream and silence wing to wing, And sighing winds and silver rain. I love your dark clouds drifting by In weird fantastic shapes for hours, I love your wayward thunder showers, Your sudden rainbows in the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD EVENING by ISABELLA LOCKHART ALDERMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 3. THE VOLUNTARY PRISONER by PHILIP AYRES LILIES: 22. THE VEIL OF BLISS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 31. TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |