Strange voices sing among the planets which Move on for ever; in the old sea's foam There is a prophecy; in Heaven's blue dome Great beacon fires are lighted; black as pitch Is night, and yet star jewels make it rich; And if the moon lights up her cloudy home The darkness flees, and forth strange gleamings roam Lighting up hill and vale and mound and ditch. Earth is full of all questions that all ask; And she alone of heavy silence full Answereth not: what is it severeth Us from the spirits that we would be with? Or is it that our fleshly ear is dull, And our own shadow hides light with a mask? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LATIMER AND RIDLEY, BURNED AT THE STAKE IN OXFORD, 1555 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER QUESTION AND ANSWER by MATHILDE BLIND WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN GREMIO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HIGHLAND HARRY by ROBERT BURNS |