ALOFT a white-robed angel I beheld; His splendour the loud tempest's anger quelled And won to silence the far murmuring sea. "Why comest thou, angel, this dark night to me?" I asked him. He replied, "Thy soul to take." I trembled for in woman's guise he spake, And with my hands stretched orth to him, I said "What shall be left me when thou shalt be fled?" He answered not, but all the heaven grew dim, O'erwhelmed with shadow. Thereon I cried to him "Where wilt thou bear me? Show me in what place." Still was he silent. "O farer thro' blue space, Art Death or Life?" I cried. Thereon did roll All night's deep shadow o'er my ravished soul; The angel form grown dim said "Lo! I am Love." But his dark brow was fair as day's. Above, Thro' his wide wings, beyond his shadowy gaze, I saw the starry multitudes ablaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN NO SECOND TROY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WANDERING JEW by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE WAKE OF TIM O'HARA (SEVEN DIALS) by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN BLEST IS THE TARN by SARA COLERIDGE |