The holy Rose her leaves will soon unfold. The tender bud of dawn already lies Reddening on the wide, transparent skies. Love's star is a white sail the still seas hold. Here, in the light-soaked space above the wold, Through the descending dew the arches rise Of the unseen cathedral, filled with cries From the winged weavers threading it with gold. Here on the hill, the cypress, in accord With me, stands praying: a cowled eremite. And on the roses' cheeks the tears fall light. Upon my cell the patterned rays are poured. And in the East, the purple vines bleed bright, And seething, overflow. ... Hosannah, Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES ALL WHITE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG AND SINGER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION |