A nun green-girdled in a forest tower Gave praise that prayer had made her blind eyes new, And to her fern-wreathed lattice swiftly drew When thrushes called the dawn's cool silver hour; She saw beyond pale apple-boughs in flower A dying moon and pastures pearled with dew, Then, where the hill-tops turned to lilac-blue, A red sun rising, fierce with golden power. Yet, lest the glowing world become too dear, White Dara prayed that darkness veil her sight And closed the casement with an ivory rod; Like shadows faded mountain, wood, and mere, But fairer than the sun or moon's strange light Across her blindness shone the Face of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON MATER IN EXTREMIS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS |