I SEE in the forest coverts The sheen of shimmering lights; They gleam from the dusky shadows, They flash from the ghostly heights: No lights of the tranquil homestead Or the hostel warm are they; But warring flames of the Titan fire Which stormed through the woods today. Each darts with an aimless passion, Or sinks into lurid rest Like the crest of a wounded serpent drooped On the scales of its treacherous breast. Let them idly dart and quiver, Or sink into lurid rest -- Above, like a child-saint's face in heaven, There's a sole, sweet star in the west. Ah! slowly the earth-lights wither; But the star, like a saintly face, Shines on, with the steadfast strength of peace, In its God-appointed place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOSIAH ROYCE by BRENT DOW ALLINSON CHRISTMAS HYMN by HARRIET AUBER MARCH MADNESS ON EDGEWATER HILL by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL MY FLOWERS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE RECOVERY OF MISS JESSY LEWARS by ROBERT BURNS TO A CHILD by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |