HIGH in the organ-loft, with lilied hair, Love plied the pedals with a snowy foot, Pouring forth music like the scent of fruit, And stirring all the incense-laden air; We knelt before the altar's gold rail, where The priest stood robed, with chalice and palm-shoot, With music-men, who bore citole and lute, Behind us, and the attendant virgins fair; And so our red aurora flashed to gold, Our dawn to sudden sun, and all the while The high-voiced children trebled clear and cold, The censer-boys went singing down the aisle, And far above, with fingers strong and sure, Love closed our lives' triumphant overture. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM RELIGIO LAICI; OR, A LAYMAN'S FAITH by JOHN DRYDEN THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |