When wickedness is broken as a tree Paradise comes to light, ah holy land! Whence death has vanished like a shifting sand, And barrenness is banished with the sea. Its bulwarks are salvation fully manned, All gems it hath for glad variety, And pearls for pureness radiant glimmeringly, And gold for grandeur where all good is grand. An inner ring of saints meets linked above, And linked of angels is an outer ring; For voice of waters or for thunders' voice Lo harps and songs wherewith all saints rejoice, And all the trembling there of any string Is but a trembling of enraptured love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN A REMEMBRANCE OF SOME ENGLISH POETS by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT NIGHT by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS HYMN 5. THE BLINDING OF TIRESIAS by CALLIMACHUS |