THE angels on th' eternal thrones In ecstacies of song conspire, And mingle their seraphic tones With words of wisdom, words of fire; Discourse so subtle and so sweet That should it strike on human ear, That soul must leave its base retreat, Attracted to a loftier sphere. So the sad Spirits, whom the will Of God exiles to outer pain, Yearning in their dark bosoms still For all their pride might most disdain, Round the serene celestial halls Hover in agonised suspense, To catch the slightest sound that falls, The faintest breeze that murmurs thence. But holy instinct strikes a sting Into each pure angelic breast, The moment any sinful thing Approaches its religious rest; And when their meteor darts are hurled Th' audacious listeners to surprise, 'Tis said by mortals in their world, That Stars are falling in the Skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL TWICE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE ALPINE SPIRIT'S SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SAVAGES by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |