THERE is a light in darkness which the soul Can seldom know, until the sense have crept From height to height across the shadowless peaks Which sentinel thy valley; there are deeps In thy green hollows, where still thought could lie Through summer noons unending, glad with dreams; There too are twilights, sudden-black with storm, When thunder speaks from the unapproachable hills, And earth shakes at the arrows of his light. Then have I heard a cithern's tinkling sound, And hollow bursts of laughter from the hall, While awful thunder shook the world again. Then have I seen pale clouds retreat before The glory of God's coming, and soft night Die down in splendor on the voiceless Horn; And while keen players bent above their board, Have watched the gold of distant stars appear Circling in music over you white brows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE LAND O' THE LEAL by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES by MATHILDE BLIND |