As light swings wide the mighty Eastern door, He comes with crozier and a silver bell To bless the green wood where the Druids dwell Alone with colored winds and starry lore; They hear his feet along the leafy floor And tremble when he nears their wizard-well, For shadows of a golden citadel No longer veil its deeps with faery ore. All forest wisdom must give way to him: Never at evening will the speckled wren Foretell the ages from a dewy thorn, Nor gray priests watch until the moon grows dim The milk-white hounds slip through a silent glen And vanish up the flaming slopes of morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE DROWNED BOY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE EAVES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: CORDELIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY OF MR. YARKER: MENTEM MORTALIA TANGUNT by JOHN CLOSE |