At the window ledge concealing The ancient sandalwood gold-flaking Of her viol dimly twinkling Long ago with flute or mandore, Stands the pallid Saint displaying The ancient missal page unfolding At the Magnificat outpouring Long ago for vesper and compline: At that monstrance glazing lightly Brushed now by a harp the Angel Fashioned in his evening flight Just for the delicate finger Tip which, lacking the ancient missal Or ancient sandalwood, she poises On the instrumental plumage, Musician of silences. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. HIS WORST ENEMY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO A PHOTOGRAPHER by BERTON BRALEY |