WHILE Moses on the Mountain lay, Night after night, and day by day, Till forty suns were gone, Unconscious, in the Presence bright, Of lustrous day and starry night, As though his soul had flitted quite From earth, and Eden won; The pageant of a kingdom vast, And things unutterable, pass'd Before the Prophet's eye; Dread shadows of th' Eternal Throne, The fount of Life, and Altar-stone. Pavement, and them that tread thereon, And those who worship nigh. But lest he should his own forget, Who in the vale were struggling yet, A sadder vision came, Announcing all that guilty deed Of idol rite, that in their need He for his flock might intercede, And stay Heaven's rising flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MORTAL JEALOUSY by PHILIP AYRES SONG: 4 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |