AT my window there's an angel Robed in flame — Orange, emerald, vermilion! Countless treasure — not a trillion— Though you heaped it to the sky, Of the gems of earth could buy Such magnificence of color, Such release from gray and dolor, All things tame, As this wondrous angel brings (O the ravishing evangel!) In the splendor of his wings — Orange, emerald, vermilion, Gold of sunset, rose of dawn — And his name? 'Tis the maple on the lawn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITHOUT CEREMONY by THOMAS HARDY TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH A CANTO OF KHANS by BERTON BRALEY GIRL BEFORE A SHRINE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CONTENTMENT, OR, THE HAPPY WORKMAN'S SONG by JOHN BYROM PLAY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY MARITONE, OR THE PIRATE OF MEXICO by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |