The preacher took from Solomon's Song Four words for text with mystery rife -- The Rose of Sharon, -- figuring Him The Resurrection and the Life; And, pointing many an urn in view, How honied a homily he drew. There in the slumberous afternoon, Through minster gray, in lullaby rolled The brimmed metheglin charged with swoon. Drowsy, my decorous hands I fold Till sleep overtakes with dream for boon. I saw an Angel with a Rose Come out of Morning's garden-gate, And lamp-like hold the Rose aloft, He entered a sepulchral Strait. I followed. And I saw the Rose Shed dappled down upon the dead; The shrouds and mort-cloths all were lit To plaids and chequered tartans red. I woke, the great Rose-Window high, A mullioned wheel in gable set, Suffused with rich and soft in dye Where Iris and Aurora met; Aslant in sheaf of rays it threw From all its foliate round of panes Transfiguring light on dingy stains, While danced the motes in dusty pew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT JUNE (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH by WILFRED OWEN MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER |